Scintillating Poem by Antony Glaser

Scintillating



She spoke of urbane gentlemen
and friendly squalls of rain
She was scintillating about woefulness
yet thanked Christ
for her baked scones
and well rotted manure
and gratitude for not being a Lioness,
a cause celebre never in the making
mopping the Freemasons floor

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