Poetry from the Featherbed

Pinfeather

This is book of epic poetry the likes of which we rarely see today, along with some of the author’s other poetry. If you think you don’t like poetry you owe it to yourself to check this one out. The book includes black and white illustrations also from the author’s hand.

pinfeather’s sole ambition in life is to be known as a bad influence. To that end, we present this rather unsubtly subversive book, which no one in her or his right mind would ever read. Most especially not out loud!

Fortunately, that leaves out a lot of people. So, go ahead. Read it. You know you want to.

She Is Not

My love is not a red, red rose

She’s stronger, and more fair.

She doesn’t wilt in shadow; if

It rains she doesn’t care.

A thorny temper she may have

Of that, I cannot lie

But neither will I blame her, for

She well knows, so have I!

My love has lissome stems, although

I’m glad they are not green,

And she has perfumed petals that

Possess a lovely sheen.

Unlike the rose, however, that’s

A pleasure just for me

And me alone to treasure, and

To touch and taste and see.

Oh, in her merest shadow would

The sweetest blossom pale

For time will take its beauty, but

My love’s will never fail.

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Details

ISBN	097264444X
Genre	Poetry
Publication Date	Aug-03
Publisher	Dare 2 Dream Publishing
Format	Trade Paperback
No. of Pages	160
Language	English
Rating	NotRated
BookID	9980

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Poetry from the Featherbed by Pinfeather