A Game of Snakes and Ladders
"A Game of Snakes and Ladders"
It’s like a game,
a game of
Snakes
and Ladders,
some spend their lives
climbing ladders
up the corporate sticks
sliding all the way
back down on their sore
sweet and sorry revelations
soap boxes thrown and burnt
like needles lost in hay
we all become
redundant at some point
on some slippery soaped-up stage
greeted by the Dickinson himself
holding all the horses’ reins...
“She parked Silver Lady by The Road's side,
placed the keys in Her pocket
Her hands were warm Her eyes were cold
She smiled a tight smile
You know, full of passion, full of ire -
Her heart was an inferno,
inside her was a Wicker Man
Her heart was burning up, on fire
Ferociously She slammed the car door
and walked into the Woods ...”
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –
Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity – “
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2023
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