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An Acrostic Poetry Challenge

Richelle Hawks
Rude vagrant of the impossible
Undead city, believe

Mercy is an imaginary number

Simple, pie humble and whittled
Prepared in clouded Mason jars

Rotten and pickled it depends

Incoveniently, the old show-owl is retiring
No more glitter swings on the trapeze

Glitter is hard to come by these days

And your horses remain, waiting for wheels

Published by Richelle Hawks

I live with boys in a big, old house on a pretty steep hill near the Mohawk River in upstate New York. I sell used and rare books, write for UFO Digest, Women of Esoterica, and have a weekly column at Binna...  View profile

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