Mari’s Shoestring
Mari, Mari the stars have gone out!
Please send us a thread…
Mari, Mari the stars have gone out!
Please send us a thread…
Stars upon our lake of silver plait
Stars * * Spinning * Spinning
Went shootin’ carp in the park with Cupid. O, Musie, what fun!
I stand shining with Milne on this one.
A word with no twig is a bird.
Would it be more profitable
To be a painter paid by the word
Or a poet paid by the pound?
…And my inner child’s none too sparky about it neither but I went to write my grandfather a letter last week and Candy is down, shamefully, down due to neglect.
You said, Moonboots & spacesuits
ain’t never made a man— True, however
Nia said, Whosoever would be, alas,
done already had at least one
Muse clad in cowboy boots n’ denim
My father is the fisherman
Vassal of Poseidon’s tides
Older than Ulmo, older than Nereus
He is The Depths of the primordial seas
The trick as Witch is to work Magic & not disappear, The trick as Host is to be at your own party