in the time of the puppet government,
we fell in love.
We held hands, and gamboled
as others doubled over and died.
In the year of the pogrom,
in the hour of the public noose,
we were giddy,
and grateful for our milky corneas
our couplings, and our luck.
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another starry-eyed love poem for flash 55.
Love as always, suits your pen, even when dipped in gall and wormwood.
ReplyDeleteI especially like the milky corneas, helpful in such times.
ReplyDeleteI would gamble on this gambol! I wish for this.
ReplyDeleteTHis is depressingly excellent.
ReplyDeleteShay--Great choice of photograph, and I'm hoping we DO have some luck in the next four years...
ReplyDeleteStarry-eyed indeed! I love your love poems best of all, Shay.
ReplyDeleteDamn.
ReplyDeleteStupendous write!!
ReplyDeleteHa. You crack me up. :)
ReplyDeletewhat I wish I could write ~
ReplyDeleteGo out and find it - and hang on for the ride. (like : hour of the public noose)
ReplyDeleteThis is powerful!
ReplyDeletefind your refuge where ye may
ReplyDeletelucky to be in love. and i love all its strangeness
ReplyDeleteIn that kind of time, luck indeed.
ReplyDeleteLuck is always good! Love the "milky corneas."
ReplyDeleteLove in times such as these seems like a Godsend. Excellent poem.
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