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Poem By: October O
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Submitted: May 16, 2008 Reads: 62 Comments: 6 Likes: 5

Faint Applause

My military mouth marched

Across the expectant cutlery

And kicked away the cruet sets

With leopard trim Jackboots.

Caught up in the swell of the campaign

I failed to notice the pincer movement of disapproval

The polite bayonet-sharpening

After a Lemon Meringue armistice

My troops fortified by best Burgundy

I let fly my poodles of war

My dazzling cannons firing ME

My wonderful essence!

My post-war brain is straining to remember

If I really discussed

Fisting

With Nanny

I shall exile myself to Alba.

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Comments:

Irwin
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Very cleverly composed. I like it.

Posted: May 16, 2008

Author Comment:

Thanks, Irwin - your kind words help to heal the shame!

You take that metaphor and you GO with it, girrrl! Particularly enjoyed the bayonet-sharpening image. (Don't feel bad, by the way - it was Nanny who brought the subject up in the first place and the other diners remember you as a wit and pleasure to chow down with!)

Posted: May 17, 2008

Author Comment:

You say the nicest things!

Nixie

I shouldn't worry, some people only know fisting to be part of a fishing sport! Ha!

That aside, I really enjoyed this. It's nice to see you back on Booskie! Hope there's more to come. ~ Nixie

Posted: May 17, 2008

Author Comment:

Phew - that's a relief!Thought i'd offended more than a few readers...might get away with it!

Classy Peach

Oh god...I hate when that happens. Wake up the next morning to see if I added any sours to the situation on my phone with texting (hate hate hate the sent text file)

my fav line: With leopard trim Jackboots (cuz you did all this with style!!)

suppose you could always give her this poem.
You are such a great writer. Even if your troops love the sauce.

Posted: May 17, 2008

Author Comment:

Thanks, Peach!My troops are partial to a dram or three.

Jak Sylvian

Ha ha always interesting falling under the influence at family dinners what the outcome is going to be - especially when the troops of the mouth march without consent of the Generals of the brain.... those types of conversations should be recorded and put on the web for all to enjoy!

As this is the first thing of yours I've read and have no idea if you are Scottish or not, but I can think of VERY few places more beautiful to spend my exile than Alba.

Wonderfully written, looking forward to reading all of your bits!

Posted: Sep 1, 2008

cartera
(not registered user)

If poetry be the food of war, write on.

Writing a poem about such trauma is better than having the memory of it sneak up and force out some Babeled cry that has people thinking that one is talking in tongues.
Anyway, you are awfully sensitive if a discussion creates this . . now, an argument, well I suppose you would have to write an Albion saga.

Posted: Sep 10, 2008