To Margerie

As comely as the maidenhead
On the vessels prow
Bring ye to the marraige bed
And there to take ye vow

On stately sheets tis said
virtues proved, I know not how
Worry not your pretty head
Neither offense is here, nor row

The sty belongeth to the sow,
Your place, here, to glory led
Your blossoming here, the time is now
Upon my word, or strike me dead

heavens hand at first is red
Then flushed, alive, with vibrant glow
and when on honeydew and milk we’ve fed
Dear maiden take your bow

The napowrimo challenge today is to write a skeltonic poem. Short lines, short stanzas two stresses and some rimes…


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