Brute Pesto Lollipop (Intolerance)
The gate is torn asunder there
Where Hester sits and swings
And dreams of lands of wonder where
Each lark has flaming wings
And flies through fire
For icicles hang from the post
Where once dripped only gore
And in the distance, as a ghost,
Squats Mrs Openshaw
With eyes of ire
And from the casement, bleached and cracked
Where Archimedes gazed
The eye perceives an arid tract
By scorching sunlight brazed
A very pyre ...
Hester, sad, rises from her thoughts
On her pad, draws a row of noughts
| Contributors: | fester, Apsley, Roland, p, loaf, Beefy, TG. |
| Poem finished: | 19th December 2001. |