Lady Elizabeth Avery

“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 corrode

There 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 beat

Over 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".

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