she was a rival queen
of Frankenstein's time
a touch of softness and a touch of rhyme
but not a pushover by any means
filled with mystery and secret schemes
joy and a blue heron flapping overhead
taking away the sense of dread
a wisp of willow, a whirl of sound
reciting the poetry of Ezra Pound
such was my love, the rival queen,
dressed for fashion in my latest dream.
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