A Darling August
A Darling August
Black trousers
Green coat
She won’t be going home alone tonight
Right?
Wrong
She’s a he and he is buzzing
A busy bee
A regular hive of industry
A true blue assed fly in the ointment
He’s making an appointment with destiny
A testimony to his enduring artistic bent
Primitive colours mordant blending
Bending the light to her words
Spending the night inside her mind
Blind with nowhere to hide
Escaping as he so often does
To his feminine side
Ros
Fri 6th Aug 2010 13:59
Augusta wrote such a variety of poetry,some extremely beautiful and touching. I always wondered what she would come up with next.
Would really like to see her revisit WOL xx