St Agnes, dare I sleep?


Saint Agnes, amber on my tongue,
you in me, you keep me young.

In this skirmish silence pray that early hours be kept at bay.

Caveat, fur, be near
for only those who know
do hear.


(Image: Jemima is not my name)

2 comments:

jackangelus said...

tonuge has to be part of the effect of the alcohol - don't change it if it's a typo - it works well.I think I know it and hear it.

HELLO said...

St Agnes can only have her way so far. Typo changed when she wasn't looking.