to spenser (version 1)

Spenser combined the green
nature, percussive
echoing...
its own vessel

owning all the worlds

hushing the shadows
to all his rhythms

within the dusk
he withered nightly
to make a poem
just for us

catching bonnie grins
and writhing lust
the allegory by
the lake, in his own castle

the dragons fury
the maidens love
the poets scoff
all this and plus

he walked the hills
in evening rills
the very thrills were
often numberless

he even made the heroic
tragic knight
leak a smile
feel a grin

he took the morals
of aristotle
that lost themselves in chaucers den


he scooped them up
rainbow vessels
once imprisoned
now full hopeful visions

spenser the jailor
will take the key
force the lock
with hope above
set us free
and open up