The Basking Fear Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

The great grand lady Fear Scruple
Sat cringed, basking in the open air
Now caressing her short grizzly hair
And holding back on purpose the dribble
Of ruffled anxiety and tremulous fit,
As her daughter, Canny Superstition
Seam- joined the old one as a bastion
With all the gathered progeny gambit -
Enough for the stable solace to split,
With whimpering Insecurity, the fickle child;
And beggarly Loss, the older one wild,
All irate and querulous with fast grit;
Thoughts and feelings go dry and mute,
Dissolving all in the name of Fate;
While inane stupidity does precipitate
Spoiling both the solvent and the solute.