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AugustHe was born in the middle of August
To a chorus of cicadas who sung his name
And a mother who praised him and cooed
He was born on a day when the sun was high and ripe and golden like the apples of Greek myth
And nobody cared about how smart he was or how good-looking, or how well he sung-
They only cared that he was there and that he was safe.
He grew older on a day in September
When the children shuffle back to school in a funeral procession for their lost summers,
And the world began to show its age and that it, too, was fragile.
His mother shook her head at his antics,
But she still loved him, and she always would,
Even if he was different, and even though he wasn’t as beautiful and didn’t sing as well
As all of his brothers and sisters,
Because he was there, and he was safe
He grew bitter in deep October
When the world grew dim and cold,
And the only light comes from Jack O’Lantern’s grins and a child’s enthusiasm
When the sky can threaten snow or pro
HypnotizeHush, baby-darling go to sleep;
Look into my eyes and feel yourself creep
Into an abyss of eternal joy
You'll be my happy, mindless little toy,
Quiet little lamby, fall into my arms,
I swear little angel child, you're safe from any harm.
Just say your bedtime prayers, my pet, rest your weary head
Let the calm wash over you, like the river of the dead.
Silence, sleepy little tot, there's no need to fight.
You've fallen in my spider web, you're mine now-goodnight.
DaddyDaddy doesn’t know why I never call or write him anymore,
Daddy doesn’t know he’s not the one that I adore;
Daddy’s words hit my like a drunk does his wife,
Daddy’s words slit me like that drunk’s wife’s knife.
Daddy didn’t want me, daddy had his dreams.
Daddy tried to pass me of, one of his failed schemes.
Daddy played his jokes on me, mischievous or malice?
Daddy’s little girl is trapped in the tower of a palace
Daddy, daddy, doesn’t know, why I don’t come back no more.
Daddy, daddy let it show, I won’t take it anymore.
Daddy, daddy, left me cold, made it hard to trust.
Daddy made things hurt but said he loved me very much.
Daddy now I’m in the arms of a man two times my age.
Daddy is the reason that my heart’s so full of rage.
Daddy, you remember me? The kid you left behind.
Daddy doesn’t really care, he doesn’t really mind.
Daddy says things aren’t true, daddy lies again.
The Lady of ShalottHe laid a lily on her grave and mused, "how sad"
Before he walked away forever and forgot her in a day
She lay adrift that wooden raft with that lily in her cold hands
Floating along that complaining brook until she reached eternity
The boat has sunk, the mistress not but bones and cloth,
Lost to the burdens of time and space,
Clutching tight that single white lily.
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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