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A Man Of The World

Member since 2002 · Posted 13 Sep 2002 · Edited 14 Sep 2002 · 8 comments

But then Father cried "Breakfast is ready!" So I left the green gate And its fiddling fairy. But when the Priest pointed to the rings And soundlessly parted his lips Just then I knew I'd killed the fairy,the fiddle... And the gate.

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[5] pete 13-Sep-02/11:49 PM Reply

sounds like you woke from a nice dream to a nasty reality .... would have worked better for me if fairy fiddle and gate were on separate lines as then killing the gate would have had more impact ..... 4

[n/a] vulcan › pete 14-Sep-02/12:21 AM Reply

Thanks Pete.you're right.I edited it.

[5] pete 14-Sep-02/12:58 AM Reply

:-) ..... 5

[5] royalflesh 14-Sep-02/1:12 AM Reply

I lick kitty. Then throw it around the corner to check back again, tomorrow.

[7] ifni 17-Sep-02/8:48 AM Reply

I wonder how many stories about green fairies this poem has engendered.

[7] Christof 23-Sep-02/2:16 AM Reply

The green fairy is another name for absinthe - given your poem about wormwood, are yout trying to reveal an addiction to absinthe?! Which is an excellent escape from Priests and rings.

[n/a] Quarton 14-Jan-03/9:03 AM Reply

Hmmm, interesting poem. I am honestly at a loss as to your exact meaning and would like to hear from you before rating it. I have an idea as to intent but still not sure. I am intriged by the mood and voice of this piece. Regards....and did you receive my e-mail reply?

[n/a] vulcan › Quarton 15-Jan-03/10:21 AM Reply

Thanks Quarton,I sent you an e-mail explaining about it.