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| from Magpie Tales |
fat-bellied as my grandma,
red velvet snooding the belly,
brooding, brooding.
My scepter behind my back.
I'd stand over the latest atrocities,
the latest punditese (those teases!)
the faces of political hacks
and their victims. And underneath
always the crossword. The longbows
of language aimed just so,
my minions, my jongleurs,
my last line of last-ditch defenses.
They say coffee's good for cognition.
A ten letter word with a B,
Z, and T? And the clue? A lost
denizen of the Andes! So drink up,
old girl, I say. Slurp it down. Your mug's
waiting for you. Cuppa Joe,
my main man, my little monarch
of wide awake, can't you give me
more than a condescending frown?
9 comments:
I like picturing him as the King of Wide Awake!
Oh wow, Kathy, you got to this right away! Yes, that just popped out at the end. Thanks for visiting.
Interesting take on this image. I like the layers of printed page peeling in your poem, exploring the depths of the image!
I really enjoyed this - especially 'The longbows
of language aimed just so,
my minions, my jongleurs,
my last line of last-ditch defenses.'
Delicious! Thank you.
"...my little monarch of wide awake"...brilliant...I had to read this out loud, Kay.
Like it, like it a lot! Congratulations.
I like your monarch of the news, red velvet snooding...and brooding. Delightful. Happy to see you on Magpie Tales.
Thanks for reading my attempt at a novel on An English Laundress. Your comments are much appreciated.
Hello Ann, it's good to hear from you again, and thank you Nicholas, Trellissimo and Dave fro dropping by.
What fun you had with this prompt! Great wordplay!
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