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Don’t look askance upon my lowly stature on the ladder.

Your great disdain even to shake my hand

Says more about your character than mine.

 

If your nose turned up any more, the rain would soak your brain – but -

No great damage there.

I think your little grey cells have crawled,

Like embryonic spiders,

Into your deep, slow-sucking crevasses of self love.

Whilst I, who am nothing, have nothing,

Embrace both good and ugly.

My tender touch brings healing, joy, and,

If I may aspire to such dizzy claims,

Satisfaction.

 

Come, we can start again,

There is no shame,

A little confidence is all you need to muster.

I’ll be your ever-faithful friend,

Though I am but a humble duster.

 

Yvonne Brunton

 

A day in the life of comp

◄ The Great Burger Stakes

Citizen's Lament ►

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Francine

Sun 10th Mar 2013 18:00

Great message in this!

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 9th Mar 2013 17:41

Very funny, and sly - sly - sly.

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John Coopey

Fri 8th Mar 2013 22:54

Oh no, Yvonne!
I was right fancying my chances (especially the bit about "embracing the ugly") when I got knocked back for A BLOODY DUSTER!
Have you abandoned the metre? or just not got a shilling for it?

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David Blake

Thu 7th Mar 2013 18:15

Ian's pretty much said it all for me, especially about more being revealed with each perusal. A great read Yvonne, I like this a lot. Cheers.

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Ian Whiteley

Thu 7th Mar 2013 11:56

I like this one Yvonne, it has a nice lilting rhyme patters and discloses more and more each time you read it. Being of the male persuasion I have never been properly introduced to a duster, but I love the image (intended?) of skin cells being shed into crevasses 'like embryonic spiders' - some really thoughtful and effective images. A good 'un
Ian

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