Two Mad Aunts

A dance is a measured pace,
as a verse is a measured speech.
--- Francis Bacon (1561 - 1626)

Far too many poets have stopped dancing,
but gracefully, fancifully writing
to their own inner music, which secretly
only they can hear. The words they apply
by this cryptic measure, a sort of whistling
in the soul, summon forth to the page
their spirits and haunt the reader
like an old clapboard house,
where someone's cooking cabbage,
and a spoiled child's off running through the rooms,
looking for two mad aunts
who've hid in the cupboard.

Ernest Slyman
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