A Flutter of Demons
My demon is quite a lovely thing,
In Spring it springs up
and in the rainy wash
of an April flowering
it warbles from its smokey cherub throat
singing tenderly
of once womb-wet times,
of subsequent sailing days
in the bowels of an angel.
An infant sprung
from the very eighth of April
and he half man - half a goat,
then yet another half fluttering at its side
for indeed that fluttering imp
has its very own tiny demon
a supernumerary half-imp
that in turn has a better or worse half.
Hard to grasp
are these strange functions
of an earthly man
and yet I know
that all these fluttering halves
loves me just as best
as any demon can.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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