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"Father Green"

by Meliesa

"I'm sorry, but your flight has been delayed,"
the tired-looking ticket-taker droned.
A woman slept and snored; her legs were splayed
so wide that Father turned away and groaned.
A disembodied voice said, "Someone's phoned
for Father Green." The static cackled high
and crunching, munching through the great unknown.
But Father Green just heaves a sobbing sigh
and chooses to ignore that voice on high.
He can't ingnore the din within his head
reminding him how much he hates to fly;
he vows next time to take the bus instead.
And nowhere does he find within this host
a sign of Father, Son, or Holy Ghost.

Chthonius

Again, very nice.

For some reason it quite reminds me of Poe. I'm not sure. It could well just be that I've been reading to much "modern" - which is usually not to my taste (despite the fact that I seem doomed to write it) - poetry of late... so when I read this elegantly worded sonnet, with its sibilence, and sense of flow I jumped to that master Poe.

Excellent. Truly excellent.

J.R.V.A.

This made me laugh.. Thanks

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart