poeticized excerpt from the Spidery Things

Oh the stranglehold the Arctic Circle
Armada put around that city
was not near as troubling as the plague
sweeping across the world in those days
although we might say in some ways

the Arctic Circle stranglehold
dribbled a dose of molasses
to that city – not so much for the sweetness
but for the slowdown effect; slowing down
the advancing plague and the progress

plague-bearers achieved – and the records
are mostly in harmony in the view
the cold front coming upon them brought
a blessing disguised in bitterness
and annoyance and avalanches

except this was not a hilly city –
yep it was a pretty plain city
meaning a city fairly flatly
set – so the avalanches could not bury
anyone in the literal sense.

But the annoyances could sure the dickens
pile high in the minds of those dear city
citizens down there back then. That’s the way
to see. Men may reside in the physical
way on a hill or in the plains or in

a city or in the country. But inside
their heads may be all kinds of mountainous
glaciers or mountains no glacier would dare
set foot on; or they might enjoy an easy
view across a kind of eternal

harmony of field or prairie and a sky
painted mellow blue and streaks with virginal
cotton. We could be here until next time
the reindeer come and clatter on our tin roofs
and defecate on our hardening lawns.

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okay maybe a famous erotic story site wasn’t the best venue to present this, especially as an opening paragraph

 
 
 
 
 
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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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