Poetry

Saturday, 31 May 2025

Spare me now Lyn

 Spare me now Lyn

Spare me your voice

Your shrill vitriol

That sounds like no choice


Spare me, spare me now Lyn

Oh spare me, I tire

Of always hearing the same hymn

Sung from the same choir


Oh spare me the shallows

And spare me the deep

Let me lie with the mallows

Where the lily pads sleep


Spare me your anger Lyn, 

spare me your rage

And spare me a valium

To write the next page


All I need are your wishes 

Tied up in ribbons

And so braid them like fishes

Swimming in lithium


Shining so metallic

Like the stars on the water

But your heart is so Gallic

You're like Napoleon's daughter


so spare me your empire

of nails and rust

Oh Lyn don't be an umpire

In the sales of trust

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