with the fuzzy edges of her floating
down to the smooth riverside boulders
with all those pebbles in her pockets
drifting without bizarre hesitation
not quite a zombie but a shivered
poem because Ouse water must have
been excruciatingly cold indeed
he promised to look away from her
pantaloons on top of the soon dark
current wafting like some cotton lava
do i possible 'dare' to put this into my April showcase? ? ? ? hmmm? bri :) this one DID go to MyPoemList; the other one not yet.
1. Also called Great Ouse. a river in E England, flowing NE to the Wash.160 miles (260 km) long.2. a river in NE England, in Yorkshire, flowing SE to the Humber.57 miles (92 km) long. am i correct? :) i would (perhaps) have enjoyed viewing her fuzzy edges [i think YOU have some also, Professor], .......and her wafting pantaloons. to MyPoemList. THIS ONE really does pertain to the topic of fashion! ! ! bri :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simple and elegant piece. Keep the images coming. Cheers