Twelve Angelic Douzepers
Twelve angelic douzepers, in robes with staffs,
Sitting in position, waiting for the next earth-observer.
Many hear the laugh outside the door and smile,
Remembering her well,
Admiring her decision to split in two
And become twins on her last earthly voyage.
Twelve angelic douzepers, trying to look stern
When the silver door opens,
But she laughs again,
Dissolving their stoic positions.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
