Bill those dryads give a sparkle for me thanks
I bet that there is no Raynes Park in Ozland!!
P in cold
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From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
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Sent: 12 March 2013 20:37
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Subject: Bulrushes snap
Abutting mowed cricket zones at Chelsworth
below The Boulevard rests a wetland ovalsworth
of Moses minders. Busbies on stalks, turds on sticks,
Grand-father clock gongs. Dryads dart between reeds,
landing on their spikelets, causing them to dip.
Dry to tongue, raspy-razored, even when wet.
Plucked bulrushes should sound a swampy bass-thunk
but sway instead, nodding noiselessly in Ivanhoe breeze.
Gather up these silent skittles into your arms.
There is no bull about bulrushes, even when provoked.
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