The joss-sticks burning for a circumstance
when idler with the tinsel-eyes has met
again, his green-eyed mistress of absinthe
In riptides of emotions he will greet
the morning stars of this arrhythmic dance;
like nutgalls on a leaf, a stagnant beat.
But folded in his bluey — memories
of normal life before these valkyries.
This is a single stanza Ottava Rima (with very slanted rhymes) for the last week’s lqw words. Linked to lqw-wordle 15
December 22, 2014