Jonathan ROBIN

(22 September / London)

Janine


JANINE


Joy's Janine, sovereign Queen,
is sitting unwittingly, caught between
time and timelessness, sans spleen.

Softness shines from silent scene
such as, had I true artist been,
from canvas onto online screen,
all might glimpse peerlessness serene.

She'd e'en cause pristine saints to dream
on paragon, fair figurine,
on team-theme evergreen.

13 April 1975 revised 23 April 2010
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Janine
E’en
Janine
sov’reign Queen,
in beige, brown, green
in silence is seen
sitting. Such a soft scene
as, had I an artist been,
from palette to fair picturene
I would, I ween, cause e’en the saints to dream.

13 April 1975

Submitted: Sunday, February 22, 2009
Edited: Friday, April 23, 2010


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