MISS PRETTY LOOKS WHERE RIVERS FLOW

 

Miss Pretty looks where rivers flow

And sees the waters of her innocence depart,

Which, being plunged beneath her limbs,

 

Settles dark Sirs with their pleasure.

Miss Pretty fingers collars

That once had blood upon their necks

 

And eyeing up the downward side

She made her vows against the tide

And blew out candles with a solemn wish.

 

Here their tongues have made their pledge

And sad Miss Pretty holds their view,

Where, honest as earwax, she spills her love

 

And casts her doubts to the seven winds.

Terry Collett, is 58 years old, married, has eight children and eight grandchildren. He lives in Horsham, Sussex. Writing since 1971, Terry has had two small books of poems printed and has had his poems and short stories published in various anthologies and magazines. The few poets who once influenced him are long gone and buried. Lately he seems to be writing in some kind of limbo land.

Dance to Death, Issue I

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