It is my pleasure to once again feature guest poet AnneEllen Foster, a woman of considerable and very original talent. Back on February first of this year, I featured her poem "The Rules", and this time I'm pleased to present her poem "Plaidbeard." Just follow the crowd of swooning women...
Plaidbeard
by AnneEllen Foster
I go to the circus in plaid taffeta
Pink and orange and turquoise blue
Against a fuscia field atop
A purple skirt and orange shoes
But nothing whatever underneath
Because there's a fine line between
Colorful and crackpot
And I like teetering
And she's out there somewhere
Anxious and hungry
The one who doesn't know
What hit her or what's coming next
Only that I claim everything
But want nothing
So I stick flags into her like DeSoto
And then sail away
The fact is I am less colonizer
Than merely a rank pirate
Come to claim the booty
Of all that was untouched
How do I get away with such pillage?
They don't expect a swashbuckler in taffeta
And never take arms against
A conquistador in orange shoes
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This is amazing! Which way is the crowd of swooning women heading? Where can I read more?
ReplyDeleteShe's OK, but she's NO Fireblossom!
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, but not as good as you. Sorry, just sayin'.
ReplyDeleteHey, I liked it! Sneaky little thing, isn't she??
ReplyDeleteMZ, what we really need to do is lure her into our shadowy twilight world of blogging and make her one of us! Bwahahaha.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if G-Man and RK would still be so sweet to me if I hadn't bribed them? ;-)
Yes, Scarlet, she has her ways, that seems clear!
hehehe, very entertaining :)
ReplyDeleterespect....
ReplyDeleteOh she had with
ReplyDelete"Because there's a fine line between
Colorful and crackpot
And I like teetering"
Been there and it was exhilarating ..
I like anyone in orange shoes :-)
ReplyDeleteLovely poem.
Thanks
Thanks for introducing me to a new voice.
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