Christopher Shepheard

Rookie (22nd August 1949 / Kingston-upon-Sea, Sussex, England)

The Alchemist - Poem by Christopher Shepheard

He fornicates with science and slowly
Takes a ring from every finger
Pawning his conceit
For a coin.

His lord declines to hurry the muse:
The fool believes that scribbling and chance
Will fuse together into burning gold
To ease his dotage.

The cynic alchemist resides above
In a privy turret, secure, and sleeps
Or doodles with his bubbling pot
And pulls a face.

He throws a coin into the molten lead
To show his lord a trace and keep him sweet,
So, by a surer path than any science
He gathers wealth

And like a mocking whore
He torments to decline,
Arousing the desires of men
In any man, for a coin.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 6, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 6, 2009

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