Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Nineteen Spring 2009 |
A Fairy Tale, Clarified Mercedes Lawry The gardener is missing. The sovereign is distressed. Pink and white, all those blooms a heaven disappearing. Guilt hides behind trees and in the cellar. And love will not conquer all no matter the ransom. A blue penny sky after rain. The shears are gone, too. Everyone line up, the command comes down and despite muttering in exquisite quantity, they do. The gardener is still missing. Leaves pile up, roots angle dangerously. Someone is peering at the new growth. Cups of tea are offered left and right. People keep their jobs, even servants and the trees are older than everyone. The sovereign makes a wish as pale shadows take a last turn down the lane. Holes in the clouds. What grows better in the shade? The cook can’t tell you. Friday is coming, when the sun rises. Count the hours, it always comes out the same. |
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