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The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - A shawl of apricot

A shawl of apricot


M A Heathcote

She wears a skirt of honeysuckle
A with one eyed serpent buckle
And says nature is her groom
She wears a shawl of apricot
Says, she’s goddess of the moon
She grips a serpent by his faggot
And eats an apple white bloom..!
Says, she’d slay old Sir Lancelot.
Lay him dust upon his tomb!
But she’s no more an angel
Trifling, penitents in a brothel
Than the punters in her room:
No more the lady of shallot,
Than nickel, is gold to a fool.

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