coins
a wish
we wish for many things
sometimes
into longing
ask the mermaid on the water
c l couch
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mmm muffins
do you
know
the muffin man who lives on
Drury Lane
and
does he keep a shop there
if so
I’d like to go
or shall I wait for cart-wheels’ sounds
to signal
that he’s coming with
his wares to sell
and we shall smell
and set
to buy by that
first thing
coins whose
scient is nowhere near as appealing
anxious trading
chittering as announcement
in
my pocket
wearing or part of a shouldered
purse
the bearer who
wants to buy for breakfast
and
then more
c l couch
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(x = space)
x
x
There Should Be Signs
x
I open a new page
Place fingers on my eyes
And yawn
There are no coins on
My eyes for Charon
Not yet
x
Maybe a measure of
Prosperity’s due
So I’ll have something
Of my own to share
To pay my way over Styx
And to the land beyond,
The Grecian Hades
x
There I could find
Persephone,
If it’s one of her four days
And bid a change
To a new season
Death is a new season, too
x
I could have as much of
The pomegranate as I like
I was not abducted
And there is
No curse upon me
x
In fact, life would have
Been taken from me
Talk about abduction
In this case
Of mortality
Sad but without great
Feeling, once we’re there
x
I’m not sure where
The fires of hell came from,
Whose story
I suppose Elysian fields
Are for the gods
x
With a sigh, a last release
Of emotion,
I must go another way
x
C L Couch
x
x
Memories in Her Hands
x
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