It was a feisty meet at the Poets Cornered last night. The twenty minute exercise was on the theme of Eostra/Easter (why didn’t I plan a poem beforehand? Ugh, I really should remember forward thinking) and most had a lot of fun with it. I did a rhyme which surprised me… but suited the upbeat tongue-in-cheek nature of it, I think.
All Rise (20 minutes, Poets Cornered Group)
Foil wrapped aphrodisiacs
stacked high to childish grins
of this once a year decadence,
an indulgence of Christian whims.
But she has won the game,
dear Eostra, so fair
with her hourglass frame
and her faithful hares,
for chocolate will seduce
both the priest and non-believers
to rejoice in the blissful purity
of our heathen carnal pleasures.
And that should be my last word on the subject (for twelve months or so, haha).