Just catching up with poems. I like this. It is asking the reader to love
the impossible or even challenging the reader to love the most revolting
with nothing to give matiarally or physically but undying love. That's what
I get from this poem. bw Sally J
>From: grasshopper <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: New sub: The Snot Fairy
>Date: Sat, 16 Nov 2002 05:43:10 -0000
>
> The Snot Fairy
>
>I am a little bag of bones, humming
>like old meat furred by bluebottles.
>My eyes are black, my face is brindle,
>but briefly I have wrapped myself
>
>in dragonfly livery to perch
>upon your shoulder. Would you tend
>a wounded toad? Would you nurse
>a needy spider, or caress a frog
>
>with no princely promise? Will you
>love me small and foul, tuck me
>into your tender pocket? Pucker up,
>and kiss me. I am the poison pips
>
>hiding in apple pulp. I am the gristle
>others spit away. I am litter, loathsome,
>the laidly worm. I am ungainly, ugly,
>loveless. Embrace me, buss me.
>
>I carry no coins, no riches. I offer nothing
>but the world's wideness, telescoped
>into your chest. All I furnish is a flame
>to light your chamber's grate forever.
>
> grasshopper
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