Friday, November 3, 2023

Poem: Garden Statue

 

Garden Statue

 

icicle fangs

over frost-jewelled wings

enshadowed by cold.

 

this costumed stone,

how long and pearly of teardrop

to cry ice? 

 

or does it loaf,

lathered in late-winter suds,

a sybarite who bathes,

angel turned dragon?

 

soon, though, robins will perch,

bold as apples

when the sun fletches a shaft

to strike.

 

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1/28/24 ... mods


statue of an angel, ice gives it fangs and so on










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