Comments about Merthyr Poet
Cavalier Of Sorry Portents
Drunken admirers of whom brushed past her curves –
they were only sweeping through her like birds...
But every day a different gentleman brushed past her
like nothing before – no bird, it was a wave imported
From the strongest ocean,
slow, slow, he turned.
Wore black, they always made sure:
“If you can find light in me, then it will show
when we exchange a look...”
Shallow, the perverted, they know how to prey –
they only held weighty ego afoot their lightest gate...
But another gentleman sometime rested a weighty set
of fingers upon ...