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Do Not Menace Me


Do not menace me with rope, swaying from a tree,
Even though the hangman winks, while phantoms laugh with glee.
Cheer me as I’m sleeping, darling, underneath the sod;
Hear me through the casket’s keyhole as I pray to God,
Begging that the creep who hanged me won’t outlast this day;
Quiet now, the storm winds welter, wailing on their way!

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #235
 
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Spring and Other Things

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~~ 1 ~~
 
in a plain black dress
she welcomes spring to the hills—
the soldier’s widow
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
dreaming of springs past
when she walked with her father
through the plum orchard
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
a dazzling array
of fruits in the marketplace—
boy filches a plum
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
First full week of spring—
they speak only of the light
drenching the meadow.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
an open doorway—
throwing away all constraints
to cross the threshold
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
An open window—
this morning the mockingbirds
are making her sad.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
after spring’s first rain
memories of her childhood
sprouting fresh and green
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
blocking out the sobs
of the child who’s lost her coins
at the carnival
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
third full week of spring—
the menace of a sleet storm
freezing lilac buds

 
© 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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