Safekeeping
She sewed pieces of eight
‘gainst the harshness of fate
into her muslin-lined bodice.
Then found that her breast
like an oak treasure chest
weighed heavy.
She walked with a bend,
clanked in the wind,
smelled of a grasping fist,
and always she feared
that if love came too near
it would lift her dubloons
as its levy.
So, long long before
she e’re met death’s door
she slept lone with arms
tightly crossed.
And cursed her harsh fate.
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Here’s a rather silly little poem for wonderfully distilled Mama Zen’s challenge “words count” on With Real Toads. It is below 80 words and bounces off some usage of 8.
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