A Pomegranete

                     Part 1:  Reminiscence 

                                       Senescent Persephone.
                                     Indeed I see the caried ivory,
                                        Crepuscular promontory.
                                     The pomegranete prick.

                                        A colloquy, of old memory.

                                     But, one might find perfidy, in such index
                                        Of so singular an asymmetry;

                                     Prelude of a cuspid and kernel,
                                        Caustic...

                                     Wither propriety?
                                        Ask, in the flush cinnabar anatomy,

                                     Equally, my grey girl's famine?

                                        But for I, this epiphany.
                                     A colloquy of old memory,
                                            Out of hours
                                                Another where.

                                         Part 11: Memory

                                     It was, a candleshine drollery,
                                        (Indeed, it seemed puppetry)
                                     This hour of similarity.

                                     Of scrims and closet finery.
                                        Pouncet box,
                                     Redolent pomander, spicery.

                                        Calid, a quince strangered,
                                     Among idle cups and crockery.

                                        A simple profundity:
                                             
                                      A colloquy, of old memory.


Dedicated to old lovers...

Crowkeeper (Cornelius Scarecrow esquire)