At the gall script of bitter prophets she always leeringly peeks askew, coaxing brass music from airy bracelets and waiting for clouds to razor the moon.
Gallic sayers soothe her with prophecies of swarthy charms. Their crystal glances skip askance to the dance of frayed bows. Then, an orchestrated twilight takes its final bow.
Charmed by crystal and the spectrum produced, She glitters through aqua and orange and spruce, not cowed by refraction but sunlit but chance, she spins through the motions of anodyne dance.
[Aside: You do realize that if we keep this up, we shall eventual produce Hamlet. Regards, Infinity Monkey]
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She's hard put to be
nettled by profits
from these spikes
of rain-washed sting.
She swallows hard
lessons unsweetened
by prophets, steeping
in the guileless sun
At the gall script of bitter prophets
she always leeringly peeks askew,
coaxing brass music from airy bracelets
and waiting for clouds to razor the moon.
Gallic sayers soothe her with prophecies
of swarthy charms. Their crystal glances
skip askance to the dance of frayed bows.
Then, an orchestrated twilight takes
its final bow.
Charmed by crystal and the spectrum produced,
She glitters through aqua and orange and spruce,
not cowed by refraction but sunlit but chance,
she spins through the motions of anodyne dance.
[Aside: You do realize that if we keep this up, we shall eventual produce Hamlet. Regards, Infinity Monkey]
Yeah, that may be a good one to end on :).
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