White
Matter Disease
( after KK "fairytale")
There was a pile of firewood waiting to be
burnt
for
the party
we were looking for the lost poets
(always) in this house of mine
something lost
the faster I go the less it gets done so I
tend to pick up
poets and mingle them
with other things
all unlike
the higgledy-piggeldeys
all in shifting stacks
carried while talking
into another room
eventually we find them
when visitors come to stay
they are
unearthed
beneath the sofa beds
poking out of filing cabinets
beguiling the way back into a rotation
in the lounge
how that one lost poet got in that woodpile
and was burned
still escapes us all
lol, hilarious play on KK's last stanza
ReplyDeleteThank you Kerri - what a story and a laugh and great finale!
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