Benign Impostures
This egg, which sank in mercury,
Produced a marvel when it hatched:
A heavy-metal albatross
That took off briefly ere it crashed
And, from its wings, the silver dripped
In iridescent droplets, as
The villagers, with arms outstretch'd
To greet the sun, sought sanctuary:
The wedding guest, like quicksilver
(That substance which we dare not name),
Coursed through the corridors of time
And gave its denizens the blame
For trapping peoples in the rhyme
Their looks were blanker than the verse
And bleaker than the Oldest Game
Played with just a shroud and hearse
Contributors: | Roland, fester, loaf, Apsley, dan, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 14th January 2002. |