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Rosamund's Bower (Topiary Maze)
by Paganini Jones
There she goes
strutting her stuff
in the evening-cool
Piazza Navona
Her dress
the best.
Her shoes
Jimmy Choos.
Her hair
by Pierre
just so.
Valentino
should rescue her
on his arabian stallion,
whisk her away
to a wicked end
But she's cool
enigmatic
untouchable
plastic;
her face
held in place
with monthly
botox.
She's a topiary maze
designed and quiffed.
Only fools and the lost
tread the road that leads
to Rosamund's Bower
09/23/2010 Author's Note:
A challenge poem on the topic Topiary Maze
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Posted on 09/22/2010
Copyright © 2025 Paganini Jones
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 09/22/10 at 11:44 PM You're on a hot streak lately, Pags - even with your so-called drafts. I haven't researched 'Rosamund's Bower' yet, but I imagine it would only add layers to the maze of what's already a pretty fine poem. |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 09/23/10 at 09:24 PM I like what you did with this (my!) topic. |
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