"oh what can ail thee, knight at arms..."
John Keats
lamia queen of the world wide prom
if she has three heads or only one
be sure on each is a crown of crowns most succulent
a tendency to draw you in and round you her dire web to spin
blank sparkles in her gaze that's tracking
everything inside her maze;she owns it all
woven ribbons in her topknot;nothing lacking in
the swish of the gown; three lilies, and the closing bell,
the tilt of the head
oh where can mercy be found among the dead
how much she hides
more than the hydra,
Keats in the withered sedge
surmised as he lay dying, ebbing dreams
queen of the prom universal making the scene
oh mesmerism's dower; the fly trap poisonous flower
Medusa's more evil twin
that traps small children in their book of days
and in those eyes on arrogant display
always the calculation rampant wheedling need
for another prize insatiable greed
and a sash to match them
and the darkening sun.
Ave Maria. Kingdom Come.
Spare us from the snakelike ones.
the constricting hour.
mary angela douglas 5 november 2020
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