Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Sunday, February 5, 2017

In The Year Of

In the year of the pestilence,
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.

17 comments:

  1. Love as always, suits your pen, even when dipped in gall and wormwood.

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  2. I especially like the milky corneas, helpful in such times.

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  3. I would gamble on this gambol! I wish for this.

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  4. Shay--Great choice of photograph, and I'm hoping we DO have some luck in the next four years...

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  5. Starry-eyed indeed! I love your love poems best of all, Shay.

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  6. Go out and find it - and hang on for the ride. (like : hour of the public noose)

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  7. lucky to be in love. and i love all its strangeness

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  8. In that kind of time, luck indeed.

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  9. Luck is always good! Love the "milky corneas."

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  10. Love in times such as these seems like a Godsend. Excellent poem.

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