“Migrate to the hollow
In an aloe toned grove,A shrinking violent arose from her toes;I have been humored by the prose-That speaks of this extinct species that should not be exposed.I was disposed in my queries, repeatedly,But no doldrum can swallow me or keep me enclosed.The chances can be one in a hundred, odds stacked to corrodeThere will be one formula where I will not be plundered,The sundry of approaches in contempt, incessantly erode woe’s reproach and attempts.Happily, I would be sullied and beatOver and over, bashed and pelted frequently,So I can choose, just one victory.I’d suffer many defeats for that one triumph I need.Groveling to court Love’s favor, appealing to our hallowed deity.May my fleeting Persephone, be the glory and nimbus of-Lady Elizabeth Avery.Copyright 2014, Keith Fuchs all rights reserved. Featured in poetry book "Elizabeth".http://www.facebook.com/myththepoethttp://www.twitter.com/myththepoetELIZABETH (Available online) "http//www.smashwords.com/books/view/426190