there once was a springtime
dill lavender blue
the scene never softer
in nival review
the serpent; the may queen
danced fate’s minuet
while lovers and sisters
played long on their frets
the singers, the stardust
took may to the moon
where white holy larvae
spin tapestry loom
the may queen, the moth queen
dance porch light ballet
he caught her; he kept her
she won’t fly away
she tried and she tried
to break free from her home
she would sit and she’d cry
in the cramped diamond dome
that night she got out
when he screwed off the lid
he turned just to hold her
she’d already left
he turned just to hold her
but she’d already left.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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