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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 © 2020 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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