My Favorite Devonshire
Two Heads Better than One
I walked the high wire for all to see
There wasn’t even a net ‘neath me
It gave folks some chills
I never had spills
Till a twister rolled in; I flew free
The big tent collapsed and caused panic
As I hung in air -- sort of static --
The crowd had dispersed
Good grief, how I cursed
As the twister took leave, I grew manic
More than a hundred feet I did fall
Got caught in the fortune teller’s shawl
Our careers went on
Though the tent is gone
A two-headed lady we are called
Carolyn Devonshire
I've been reading through your poetry all morning, Carolyn. You must be very special to be the subject of a contest and I sure see your poetry is special. Out of your deep and unique musings I chose Two heads. It gave me such a laugh and a surprise on this glum rainy morning. I could not imagine where you would "land" as you hung in the air. What a relief to know you had company at the finale. Friends always break the fall, yes?
Thank you for the good reading and I wish you peace.
love,
Kathy
Copyright © Kathryn Collins | Year Posted 2012
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