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Rhyme for a Time of Plague


Fill the tooth, fear the faces
Peering in the empty spaces.
Mix the needlepoint with mittens;
Leave unharmed the cats and kittens.
Do not be afraid of arms;
Help the farmers on their farms.
When the hay has all been stacked
And the plums in jars are packed,
Smiles will go a long, long way
Toward allaying fears, I say.

 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Whirling with Solomon

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Each tiny poem begins with a line from Chapter 2 of “Song of Solomon,” taken from the King James Bible.
 
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
the singing of birds—
her soul yields to the trilling
of their morning tongues
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
the rain is over
earth’s parched palate is waiting
for another spring
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
upon the mountains
pumas mix with the ravens—
a mingling of tongues
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
voice of the turtle
more subtle than any breeze
soughing through the hills
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
the little foxes
fresh from the hunt at daybreak
feasting in their den
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
The winter is past—
hints of ice and snow still lurk
among the shadows.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
shadows flee away
as the toasty hours approach
with high noon’s blazing
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
among the lilies
she tends morning by morning
one barbarous thorn
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
among the lilies
morning and afternoon sex
with her beloved
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
the secret places—
in them the lingering scents
of hurried affairs
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
the banqueting house
redolent of gin and wine
even before noon
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
lily among thorns—
the soul in dereliction
still fragrant with grace

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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