~~~ Loner Lisa ~~~
~ Loner Lisa ~
Dorothy-tinged arch of an Angel’s skied nib,
Dost sheen gently fair eyne ‘mid her pendulous new crib.
Scintilla of phrase, humbly issued, be dealt,
Wondrous colours to tinct infant’s, agile dwarved svelte.
Whilst yestreen’s flared orb scout returns his tanned dawn,
And blanched sparkles of ivory alight mute newborn;
Dozed trances of lease, wrap those jaded and flustered;
Caked letterbox mouths, set in supper’s egg custard.
Tot gurgles her dreams into teddy-bear’s ears,
‘Bout a Seraph whose da steals His babe’s makeshift fears,
From horned umbras, that loom under lune as their rider,
O’er bobbles of blu-tack which looked like a spider.
Night burgles scarved frays strewn haphazard ‘pon floor,
Which now look like might reach with their cottony claw;
Momma secretly sobs for the man once held dear,
Suckling offers her lips as they petal her tear.
The worst has now passed,
There’s no wrong and no right,
Just bambino and ma,
Braced in swales of goodnight.