visit: the meadow's Mind after Kafka stung me (freeWrite)

*~* here lies a tiny exercise: I shall tell you the exact Words which flow as they flow...

no corrections, no edits now.

Here, Dear Reader:

I was visiting the meadow's Mind after Kafka stung me;
Eudora* rocked me in her arms;

Theda's wicked wanton lips tickle the King's aching ear,
she Gifted him his Jeweled years to play anew;

whilst watching this regal show, so privileged I,

my pen began to move across the room;

incredulity aside, I thought I ought to tell you...   :

(to hide inside the billowy Poem walls...)

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the invisible woman blushes;

for the length and space of an elvin breath

her mind projects faery-hued purple orchestrations

to dance symphonic colours all over the King's walls...

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angelic grace, a mid-Moon's face, 

a song his Heart hath twice remembered eighteen thousand years from now;

all suddenly flame his grief-torn, solemn Soul; 

his ego steps, shy, gingerly aside -

the Tortoise King lumbers up to the silent princess;

he pretends two strong legs can move his body;

at once he climbs astride his Lady

Finally, the King shall ride...

the unending Night's ivory mares

raise their regal heads; their eyes flash joy to know their King shall ride anew

tbc...?

more than one Muse o'mine animated this Poem:
for Dr. Franz Kafka, who haunts and Inspires me!
For Mr. Arthur Phillips, Author and Friend...Thank You for Writing, unlike any other
and *Here is Eudora Welty, one of my favorite Muses. She's a Southern Writer, but unlike any other...  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eudora_Welty

*every* piece of Poetry I allow to sail or trundle its way through me.
always I dedicate to my beloved husband and SoulMate, Robin Taylor