This uncouth childPosted: July 23, 2011
Coils round and round, chokes
The breath, this serpentine mind
Hisses sweet lethargic rhymes, peeps in
From behind mossy piles of work, this uncouth child.
Flowers in hair,tinkling
Laughter echoes down the hall, shaking
Autumn leaves from her skirt, she bares
These fear serpents by the tail, devours them whole.
Mortals with her siren chants, leads one away skipping
Takes by the hand while duties lay abandoned, yawning
Stretching their heavy limbs in blissful slumbers.
As you become playmates, she strokes the hair
Singing nursery rhymes, enchanting beware
While you fall asleep, unaware
Of duties lying, oh so bare!