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My Beautiful Despot
Hot like a teapot
laden
with lead
She led me
down
the road of sin
And where do
I begin
to tell the tale
Of how she
led me
off the rail
~/~
Hot like a teapot
laden
with lead
She led me
down
the road of sin
And where do
I begin
to tell the tale
Of how she
led me
off the rail
~/~
I imagine there's quite a
I imagine there's quite a story behind this explosive, miniature portrait of a dangerous enchantress. Your layered metaphor of a teapot that produces heat and yet is "laden/ with lead" vividly illustrates two divergent experiences along the path.
A timeless pitfall presented in a flash of skill and casual grace.
I apologize for falling
I apologize for falling behind in my reading. I like this poem very much, and its brevity conceals some very deep meaning, and also echoes, in a ripple effect, of pain.
Enjoy effulgent days, and exquisite nights,
unto the exultations of Heaven.
Starward