Short Hester Poems

Hester Prynne

The whiteness of her virtue
Bleeds red with scarlet sin;
Her crimson cheeks alert you
To guilt concealed within.

Like sapphires set in ivory,
Or roses wet with snow,
Once-pallid flesh turns fiery:
Her shame for all to know....

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Hester let her say sequester-
and she feted the focus,

folks fallen inside say-

i wonder,

! plunder,

say Donner much dumber than plundering the groovy grow.

Too much woolen sleeve not enough reep!

Too much stolen ski not enough heavy peace!

Because the people will all fall over,
into fives-
into lives -
and yes baby into the night....

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Hester's a jester. Gutteral laughs.
A throaty, Ha! Ha! Bathe me in it.

Healthy and complete, please delete
All sadness, letting in only good stuff.

I can't get enough of Hester, a Jester.
More, more! Exclaiming with my glee! 

Be free. Break smiles to unbridled joy.
Not coy, with your gift to bring mirth.

I give birth to my girth to hear you so.
Stay, stay with me, and don't ever go....

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	A Red-Letter Day

Staid pilgrims grew leery, Thanksgiving Day,
When men came to feast, half-covered in hay.
	"Where's Hester?" wives asked
	And elders were tasked
To march to the barn and give her an A.


	Santa Goes Truant

With trollop hand-picked and madam well-paid,
Dear Santa was truant from the parade.
	He ho-hoed, "so what?
	I'm old with a gut,
So do this perhaps just twice a decade."
...

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