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Armed With Wings of Cypress Wine

~ A Monorhymed Fantasy ~

A virgin maid of twenty-nine
  angelic face, most benign
Sought the life of the front lines
  her upbringing undermined...

Two devilish, slack-jawed canines
  leaped at the cowering feline
Antagonistic, their bloodlines
  simmering in rancid brine...

Camouflaged prone, not supine
  a-slither and a-serpentine
Amidst the poison ivy vine
  fangs redolent of red strychnine...

Her pipedreams of bootleg moonshine
  no street-grade heroin to mainline
Cannabis the new gold to find
  cheaper than a sapphire mine  

Armed with wings of cypress wine
  embarked for distant shorelines
As she touched the finish line ~
  vanished was the Temple Shrine
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Krutsinger Avatar
July 14, 2020 at 3:57 AM
Powerfully penned; the subtly noted with awe.
Mcguire Avatar
July 13, 2020 at 2:32 PM
I like the rhyme and rhythm and the hidden story, well done.
Wolf Avatar
July 13, 2020 at 10:05 PM
Always glad to hear good news like what you've penned. Thank you so much, Timothy! Light and Joy, Gershon
Proxenos Avatar
July 13, 2020 at 10:39 AM
A clever poet you are Sir Gershon - Sir Lancelot awaits you! What I do like about your clever humor is that it comes so naturally! Well penned. Blessings, Jennifer.
Wolf Avatar
July 13, 2020 at 10:12 PM
You know, Jennifer, I've been this way -- (a little humor wakes up the day) -- I can't remember when I wasn't like this, but I know that I wasn't as a teen. I was Mr. Serious. Can't imagine it now. Thank you so much for your kind words. Joy and Light, Gershon
Somadas Avatar
July 13, 2020 at 12:50 AM
wonderful monorhyme.. Your thoughts of fantasies flying high.. Great write Gershon..
Wolf Avatar
July 13, 2020 at 10:11 PM
And I'm stone cold sober (for the last 50 years). Just imagine if I were 'flying high.' I'd be a real holy terror, I'm sure --- if I didn't fall asleep for half a day first. lol. Thanks, Jenish!
Faulkner Avatar
July 12, 2020 at 10:51 PM
Simply divine!
Wolf Avatar
July 13, 2020 at 10:10 PM
Aw, those two words of yours just made my evening. Thank you so much, my friend. Keep the Faith! :) gw
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