2014 #217

porter coming down the aisle
pushing the cherished cart
tips his cap of scarlet
and this is no ruffian
but just a fellow getting lucky
with a rent-paying gig
and he gets to ride rails on the house
except he must do as he’s doing
which is to be an equal servant
to all travelers, though his tip
of his cap of scarlet addresses
a pair of maidens who ride
together in a private
compartment and there is a scent
that weakens his knees which is the idea,

the idea being to give
his vulnerability boys
their daily pop quiz,
and then the hand fans lower
and lips look like they may
just recognize the cherries,
plump, ripe, cherries
the porter’s congenial
gesture gestures to and the pair
of maidens can’t help their powers
in pulling time’s reins so it halts
for the sake of the plucking the plushest
of the cherries the porter
equally poor and lucky
must serve with a smile

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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One Response to 2014 #217

  1. yeoldefoole says:

    it’s good to be queen…

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