(in progress)
When Mary Wortley Montagu
Met Monsu Desiderio.
She slipped off her cloak
...............And kicked off a shoe
Saying, would you wish to tarry, oh?
The lady of letters, the man of pigment
Circled each other across decades.
He said Lady, you are of my prescience a figment!
And she: Sir, your sulfurous vision ne’er fades.
Said he, tell me, your face: why so pitted,
.............................................................so craterous?
Parried she: to well-being your pix are most traitorous!
Quoth the painter, Many, lady, by your wit have been bitten!
And my Self, she ripostes, by the Pox have been smitten!
– Deborah Maier
Draft © 2005 D. Maier All Rights Reserved.
1 comment:
Have you ever read any of the novels of John Barth? Your humor reminds me of his (The Sotweed Factor and others).
I love the idea of having a poem in progress on a blog. It can grow and develop like a plant growing.
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