Geoffrey Brewer Poet Rhyme

Elizabethan Love Pastiche

ELIZABETHAN LOVE PASTICHE

I will pluck  Parmenter from your orchard bower
And taste it’s Ambrose and the scented flower
There we shall pass a brief but blessed hour
While I sup your essence sweet piquant and sour
Lest passing time should look on us to glower
And curse us so no more we may have power
To circumvent the fates and they devour
Our consecrated rapture that they scour

16 July 2019

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CayCay Godwin July 16, 2019 at 1:16 PM Very clever, not to mention an enjoyable read. Nina needs to see this. Poetry hugs ... CayCay Geoffrey Brewer July 16, 2019 at 7:41 PM Thank you very much, Cay Cay.