Friday, December 24, 2010

hoary verses

hoary verses

whore-frost suggests phrostitution
a Monday at 6.00 A.M.
not much of a moon in the sky
so many stars making up for
lack of lunacy
and the grass on the meadow
up the slope
shouting albedo at the scintillating darkness
as yet shrinking from dawn
gather a chilly handful
of frosty blades of grass
dip them into a whiskey just poured
much more aesthetically pleasing
than ice cubes
a single malt whiskey
on a Monday morning at 6.00 A.M.
chilled with frosty blades of meadow grass
whore-frost suggesting phrostitution
ah the poetry
of it all

--Levi Wagenmaker (1944 - ) is a retired journalist, living in the Netherlands for most of the year, and in France for some of it (in spring and autumn), with three bitches, two of whom are dogs.

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