Fictors Are We Poem by Douglas Scotney
Fictors Are We
'You probably don't know,
but a reindeer-skin boot
with the hair still on it
goes by the name of finsko.
‘There seems to be nothing
there's not a word for.
‘One more:
a fictor is a maker
of images from clay, &c -
even jam.
A fictor I am. Fictors aren't we? '
'Indubitata;
and for three,
a fruit tree's a piñata.'
Monday, March 25, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: boot,images,language,trees,words
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