Saturday, June 23, 2012

Choose Me

(to the Muse, who may take any gender it chooses, but I think this one is male)


Choose Me




I am as ready as I’ll ever be,
my door unlocks and opens easily
to any visitor, my walls are thin
and breakable, you may as well come in.

Take me - I’m not particular or proud,
(refined by nature, but you can be loud),
I’d love a swineherd better than a fine
thin-blooded prince who wouldn’t throw a line

to save me. Feel how cold I am, I’ve lit
a fire but lack the stuff to throw on it:
something good to burn, if you’ll be so kind,
a high conceit or bawdy joke – don’t mind.

Come now. My sheets are white and I am free.
I am a poet lost for words. Choose me.


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12 comments:

Zhoen said...

Do you want to be found? Or do you want to search and choose?

Anna MR said...

Adore it. Permission to take it to the upcoming pissed-poets-in-the-park session? Alongside The Mermaid, who chose to remain quiet last year but wants a go this time…

x

Reading the Signs said...

Hi Zhoen,

It's - um - a poem. But I'll take your question as rhetorical :)

Reading the Signs said...

Ms Mr - absolutely! And please, it should be read when extremely pissed, ja? Pleased that Mermaid has asked to be included. Mwah!

x

Anna MR said...

Thank you - and fear not: extremely pissed we can do.

Will let you know how it all was…6th July being the day.

x

(a red-brick gate post with the number 8 on it)

upnorth said...

Love it!

Reading the Signs said...

Thanks upnorth :)

Fire Bird said...

...and has he turned up yet? I think the poem itself was itself a harbinger of his return... as writing about not writing so often is! Paradox we love you...

Fire Bird said...

too man 'itself's going on there. Just saying

And that is the weirdest WV I ever saw - blurred photo image of N2 on a pebble dash gate post - who creates these things??

Fire Bird said...

that's 'too many' - time to stop...

Reading the Signs said...

F B - too many 'itselfs'? I only counted one!

Yes we *do* love paradox :) x

Montag said...

That's one gingery poem... at least the way I read it.