February 18th

February 18th

A Poem by Hoyle Brannacht

 

Wintersmelt of standing water

and rivulets atwiner.

            --patchwork path of shlupper’s quarter—

The steppardeeskippard and I:

            the shiner.

Theyroo betwain work and home

with scowls upond their faces.

I fall in purpose,

            --dryness hurt us—

and splash my tetherplaces.

© 2008 Hoyle Brannacht


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This is like Middle English bebopped on acid. Just marvelous. Schlupper is brilliant. Thank you for a really entertaining read!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I haven't been this delighted since " In His Own Write"
This is extremely clever and very very good.

Thank you
Namaste'
Tim

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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