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(A Mayberrie poem – re-post)

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And so, did you save

the key, m’lord?

Did you secret it away

to some safe isle?

I see you still

leaning at the threshold,

your face to be read

and kissed a million times

like a beloved poem.

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The chambermaid swears

the room never cooled.

She says the walls spark and flare

like the burning bush.

And at night

I fiddle with the lock, m’lord —

under what mat

did you stow the key?

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(c)  1995, 2016  Betty Hayes Albright

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.

And so, did you save

the key, m’lord?

Did you secret it away

to some safe isle?

I see you still

leaning at the threshold,

your face to be read

and kissed a million times

like a beloved poem.

.

The chambermaid swears

the room never cooled.

She says the walls spark and flare

like the burning bush.

And at night

I fiddle with the lock, m’lord —

under what mat

did you stow the key?

.

(c)  1995, 2016  Betty Hayes Albright

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For the next poem in this series, please click here for “Just for Tonight”.

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(a Mayberrie poem)

.

And so, did you save

the key, m’lord?

Did you secret it away

to some safe isle?

I see you still

leaning at the threshhold,

your face to be read

and kissed a million times

like a beloved poem.

.

The chambermaid swears

the room never cooled.

She says the walls spark and flare

like the burning bush.

And at night

I fiddle with the lock, m’lord —

under what mat

did you stow the key?

.

(c)  1995, 2016  Betty Hayes Albright

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