Sunday, 27 May 2012

May Queens

deep mined grainy mountains rise
shaking then baked in a May sun
pyramids of dominion
whence the dynastic debutantes emerge
cellophane winglets crisp and primed
for picayune suitors, who bear no corsage,
eager to rise, wave upon colonial wave,
though only the hale will taste love on the wing
before the withered drop

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