Not So Ideal, Relentlessly Archetypal

Not So Ideal, Relentlessly Archetypal

Here’s the tangerine tree,
She likes to see,
When she abstains herself
From the dragging mud of being independent;
Being someone’s favourite,
Someone’s lame bet,
It seems part of a big blasphemy,
Clanking to create a mysterious alchemy:
And the town plays to its sphere,
Giving the blue-dauntless atmosphere;
She pretends to belie in a gullible layer
But intelligently, saves her from being a role model.

This is the 97th poem under the poetry journal “Isn’t She A Cape Crusader!” which aims to add 100 poems under 100 days. I missed nineteen days.

Read it and let me know in the comment how it was. You can read another seven (recent) poems on this blog page.

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