Sparse dove! What is in your Lazarus jewel box?
Do you know what is under your Peruvian hat?
O, my false cup-and-saucer, why are you false?
I wear the heavy bonnet of your deceit; it is
a ghastly miter. Even now, I would be your
Strawberry Top; you could again be my
Woody Canoebubble. The old names, our
old love, under this incised moon–no longer
this shoulderblade sea cat, unequal bittersweet.
For NaPoWriMo, Day 19.
6 thoughts on “Unequal Bittersweet”
🙂 Cute poem!
Thanks! It was a fun prompt today. 🙂
You’re welcome! Yes it sure was. 🙂
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Nice use of the prompt!
Belated thanks, Karin!