Love Madness Poetry - Poem by Douglas Scotney
A butterfly on the verge of marriage
sought a word for 'the doings of fairies'
and fixed at last on 'fairiage'.
She lumped lovers with madmen and poets:
'All three forsooth, ' thought she
(or 'Forsooth all three') ,
aren't happy with what they see.
Lovers seek to turn it pretty.
Madmen can't help but turn it worse.
Poets study its mistake
then try to make
a better universe.'
Glowing with such thoughtful barrage,
she fluttered into the bridal carriage.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Comments about Love Madness Poetry by Douglas Scotney
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.