A MIDNIGHT EVERLAST
Nightsky was blotted black Atop the mount blanc Scrawling over barks Musing on river banks I riffled through the blanks And rippled water...
Stroke a bracken
Spreadeagle a livelong day!
Nightsky was blotted black Atop the mount blanc Scrawling over barks Musing on river banks I riffled through the blanks And rippled water...
I bled by shamrock Cadence of york A beaut brunette's Ringlets and locks Her windburn lips Charming to blokes Were most moist In brumous...
Sunwards soughs the wind Scrunching sere leaves Wending awest To the albion green A fuscous foliage Of celery and sage With punnets of...
Thistle and thrift Ablow and drift Brus and brontide Through patulous twigs Charlock and burnet roses I kissed In a midweek winsome...
I SEE ASH AND AVEN THAT GROWETH A HEAVEN BESMILES ALL THE LAYMEN ENCHANTING A RAVEN AS WILD AS YEW AND ASPEN ROUND THE ALPEN ALDER HER...
A maiden far afield Bushwacking down the mead Harvesting thyme and heath Timothy and hogweed Chamomile and clove Sedge and sage for now A...
A scot with fame All letter has his name Ere sundry winters Verism was everyplace And his scribing of nature Sought summit to my praise...
A matutine mizzle Thy calentivay Those days decay Grading to grey And she a nelipot Once rousted by vines That trail all over The alpines...
Oh that destiny! I come hither to thee In the shades of wintry night Happen we meet By the bay of elfin beats I saw a maiden sweet Her...
A ferryman down the fairy grot Shall come with figs hackberries I shall await in morny bight To fetch the water shines Betimes I saunter...
Belamour you sense The savour of incense From alpines dense To the rayless fence From the backwoods thence The lowland trench She trudged...
All clement and classy In a cloudland cozy A taper rosy For a waybit mosey Aborn a timothy In a campestral boskquet A blow too toasty All...
I paddled my feet Into the waters deep I wade across tall flaxen reeds In a purling stream You see me scream Drowning adown My buoyant...
©LIL ARCHA Oh my lovey, I do miss you terribly My mitts do tremble On scribing a love note Do not be a mirror That would splinter at sea...
©LIL ARCHA How would you peg a planet genderly? Being an epicene in the epicenter is not any less problematic...The selfsame loop that we...