Five weeks
July 10th, 2005 at 11:25 pm by james
To turn the world entirely on its head
Within the space of five chaotic weeks
Must surely gainsay all that’s e’er been said
Of strength of quill or weight of mighty feats.
For you can neither write nor speak nor fight,
But gaze, serene, or turn and lift a hand,
Or blink an eye, compelling all who might
To spin the universe about your stand.
O’erwhelming peacefullness all rancour bars;
The quickness of your breath, more delicate
Than velvet sky brim-full of silver stars,
Alone would banish ev’ry discomfort.
The rest as parasitic grubs may seem,
Sophie’s a faerie becoming a queen.