Goldilocks Poem by Naveed Khalid

Of wrinkled lip her happy cheeks
that in such skin-tight dream,
so closely knit to a thought this world
of modern electra
against that forfeited dark, my love,
to eavesdropping, too, will someday
soar the ear, the heart, the mind;
and in roars of white foams
make haste e'ery stepto eternal bliss
of what in season's breathless rhyme,
I find myself in waking hour,
alas, but to bewail the night
through e'ery falling star in winter cold,
a furrowed field by the harvest moon,
much too rendered in age-old grey,
thy gilded monument astounds;
of whom, they say, hath fled in ethereal wings,
oft on clover-tops still hangs a golden bough
under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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