The Fieldstone Review

A waste of beauty chimed

by Nigel Ford

A waste of beauty chimed
Fools paradise so charming
It waits for any suit that rhymed
Upon my wet sweet darling.
Furies set the furried mind
Of envy sparks and drones of marks
Laugh hard upon the dowry
Of my whimper morning.
So rang the horn of candour
Naked shores of fury gander
Up the clotted artery of rage
Not now is time said lewdy sage
Wait for better with a newer page.