POETIC JUSTICE 180 – By Mshinaram Warigon Ahrey

BELLE OF THE MISTY GORGE

The good, genteel belle
From the gentle Appalachian lustre
Fair in dark, she isn’t pale
Like her bohemian Bostonian sister

Like Scarlett of yore she could cook a storm
In a pot filled with potpurri of elegance and panache
Many a time her wild ways lifted the legs of her home
And landed her in trouble from the tolerant and the harsh

Little or big wonder in rude awakening
She had no friend and didn’t give a hoot
To only a rake she baked a lovely morning
And adorn his thoughts with her youth

The town turned red in the serene face
When they eloped from the winesome place
To the famed Parisian Pantaloon
To sing for entire rakish platoon

One night she woke up alone
In a quiet room,dark and forlorn
The rake bit the dust and scampered off
Like an old dowager in search of Smirnoff

Time for regrets has long passed
Smug of face and hard of heart with zest
She made up her face, unharassed
She went to find a keeper in new conquest

©William Warigon2019

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