The primrose leaked ebony manifestations that lengthened yesterday;
On silent tidings that captured the timetable cabaret--
Crosshatched memories bleed like anchors.
Toward my vicious silhouettes,
Lies bitter entanglement-- in suspended animation.
She strangled the deep red fever of autumns promises,
For who be the blessed that taunt Mary's bonnet?
But blueberry sugarplums acting impromptu
Uninformed of the visage that squeaks by-- trembling.
I hold no mercy for fathers paper wings,
He fooled no one with the pompous wreaths of prattling.
You linger-- close-- slowly seeping,
Like stardust miracles in a petticoats shell
She cursed the rancid butterflies,
Hid by moonlight only to find insignificance.
©Ashley Leslie 2013
