A Winter's Metaphor
Old man winter brings cabin fever gloomy,
in word’s wisdom of foolishness becoming quite a game.
O say thou blacken pot to the darken kettle,
“Smut gives to each of the fire it fame!”
Nero's fiddle spoke to Rome as she burned,
though smut and ashes beheld the gloom!
Darken career and ashes a city,
finesse of fiddle, no better than spittle!
A fiddle of madness brings back no fame,
for speaks the fiddle in mad Nero spittle,
it’s blends of vanity’s pity to a ashen city,
far be it from silence a violin’s finesse,
when winter’s gloom doeth life caress!!
Hey, the cat did fiddle, but in his own spittle,
he fiddle in madness all the days of his reign,
with smut on his tea kettle, and a blacken fame!
For Contest: Free Verse for Winter
For Chris Aechtner
Copyright © John Freeman | Year Posted 2011
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