Electra
She tipped to the grand Electra:
a hat filled velvet and tinsel,
a blinding devotion of sunsets,
a passion to sleep through the day.
And if in the morning you find her obliging
or curled 'round the edges and taut...
Hold your hand to your eyes to block out the light
and speak, if you've something to say.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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