Posted tagged ‘Old Time is Still Aflying poem’

Fee Fie

January 20, 2016


Fee Fie

Fee Fie Foe Fum
I smell the blood
in clock’s tocked hum.

I wish I may I wish I might
be myself
before this night.

Georgie Porgie puddin’ pie–
cross my heart–even these
will die–

Yet we, nimble, play at quick,
yet betray
our candlestick

as if it twinkled like a star
seen post-mortem
from afar.

But Time’s the old King Col(d) of all;
Time makes us roll uphill
that ball

of rock and string, of rubber band,
through slipping, sliding, shifting

and if we let the knave of tarts
steal away our
unclean hearts

then e’en before we tumble down
we’re jacking up
a broken crown.

So, let us please be quite contrary,
not shells of others’

and gather rosebuds, though they be thorned
about our own skins, though they’re torn–


Drafty poem for Real Toads Open Platform.  Pic is mine, all rights reserved for it (as well as draft poem.)