The vision, the mission of
His academy’s preaching Stuttered,
Like the Irish bagpipes
He shrilled, wailed and Coughed.
His humour like sarcasm bolted her
Made her scratch and Purr,
The daffodils on her door step read,
” Hope all the dust has Settled.”
But neither their intoxicating scent
Nor the longing in her eyes
Rendered his intentions Steady.
She had longed for so long
For her famine be quenched
And behind her walls something Sighed.
His unyeilding gaiety sublimated her
soaring balky fervor
And her parched heart Sighed,
But despite moments spent in a
Between two Autumn Blaze Maples,
her heart still
Even when the icing in thier yawl
Slowly melted and its long keeled hull
Rendered it Steady.
Todays poetry contest entry was written by Molly
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems in 2015?