Tintagel tin miners passed Cornish pasties
towards the light that shone from
tiny candles lit and alight.Canaries in a coal mine
know when air is gone,wings follow
Tit willow!Tit willow!Tit willow!
Slippery snakeskin ssssshed us up
Spit of sliptongue chilled to bone
Bit or not,we withdrew
alarmed by snake shadows
in our home
Traumatic tales terrified tots!
Horror hobgoblins with heads-not!
Stephen King has lost the plot!
Dead or deaf or dumb
limited by love
we linger ,simple as songs
Rotten radishes rank odors
reach Ritalin remembrances
Songbirds,stuck in the skies
sue airlines successfully
Primping peacocks mirror masters
Dogs follow owners
Conceived for ALLITERATION EXERCISES @Temple poets July 1@6pm Temple CAC
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