Email Poem

Your IP Address: 162.159.114.57

From Email:	Required Email Address Not Valid.
To Email:	Email Address Not Valid. Required
Subject	Required
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem	Flamingo silk. New ruff, the ivory ghost of a halter. Chestnut curls, * commas behind the ear. "Taller, by half a head, than my Lord Walsingham." * His Devon-cream brogue, malt eyes. New cloak mussed in her mud. * The Queen leans forward, a rosy envelope of civet. A cleavage * whispering seed pearls. Her own sleeve rubs that speck of dirt * on his cheek. Three thousand ornamental fruit baskets swing in the smoke. * "It is our pleasure to have our servant trained some longer time * in Ireland." Stamp out marks of the Irish. Their saffron smocks. * All curroughs, bards and rhymers. Desmonds and Fitzgeralds * stuck on low spikes, an avenue of heads to the war tent. * Kerry timber sold to the Canaries. Pregnant girls * hung in their own hair on city walls. Plague crumpling gargoyles * through Munster. "They spoke like ghosts crying out of their graves."
	Type the characters you see in the picture Required

Member Area