The Fields I Farm
"Imagination works; Fancy plays."
-- a poet of Fancy
(in addition to Imagination)
* * *
The pretty purple picotees and johnny-jump-ups sweet
around the shady trees at Pheasant Farm enjoy a waltz
on leasing summer fair within a gilded gold conceit
accompanied by Fancy and her squirrely somersaults
who leap upon a bough a bow a breeze delightful glides
as instruments of wind in ancient hollows sprightly blow
and picotees and johnnies speaking secrets in asides
embracing in a paradise of iambs whisper low
while opens out a lazy window in a study brown
through which enchantment wings and quicksteps on a choral air
above a rocking chair in rhythm mellow nestling down
inside a cup of coffee by a comfy derrière
before a sweep of rolling hills and lowlands Aquitaine
till yet on twilight swift approaching comes a distant rain.
* * *
a dedication of Respect
for
Reality,
the foil of the fanciful
a revolving helios rhyme menippean satire on
the poesy of romanticism
january, 2023 -- the Facts of human existence still
most unpopular
with rhymesters
Copyright © James Starkey Iii | Year Posted 2023
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