translating a shard

Henrietta turns to waxen
statue out of deep respect
for wise cut words chiseled close
to where the hand is holding someone’s

textbook, except it’s just a replica,
but she can believe inside
those replicated pages
if she keeps her virtue free

from the sins that soil doves
maybe some kind of magical
juice or soup will trickle down
the waxen statue’s detailed

waistcoat fold for this will mean
spring is just around the corner but tonight
is another snuggle night and there
the passage turns mighty muddled

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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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