Monday, December 3, 2012

Avah 3

I swore to myself I was done with Avah poems here on this blog, but this one was irresistible. The inspiration comes from an erasure book made by the dear gal Jennifer Bowen Hicks and her talented son Oliver. Happy morning to you all. 

Pretty maid
you come my dear
ladies near
baby's bum
sing and low
honey bird, sweet and high
cricket come, woods 
cricket near
cricket’s ear
woods is near
come quick
congratulations, apple man!
The word that made
crow stack (yes I said crow stack!)
horse made
pretty laid
my dear is gone
eyeball near
and far away
the thing that made the gal come near
dog howl
whatever comes near
I simply feel
the one that he’s forgotten
the one that made the pretty-o-o.