The rhythm of this sings to me. How about you? Would you want to read on?
Errantry
There was a merry passenger,
a messenger, a mariner:
he built a gilded gondola
to wander in, and had in her
a load of yellow oranges
and porridge for his provender;
he perfumed her with marjoram
and cardamom and lavender.
3 comments:
Poetry is not my first choice, but I would keep reading.
It's very merry, isn't it! Thank you for stopping by. I shall pass by your blogs.
I read this book years ago! Great piece.
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