Tales of a Shattered Monocle
Home is where the hat stand lives
Where the brandy toils and the fire spits
Where your dreams are shared with a slobbering dog
Outside where the werewolves roam and whips crack on brittle bone
Filling their carts yet never to the brim
Know your castle is perched away from smiles hidden within the dirt
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Mon 10th Mar 2014 12:23
I really like this. IMO, interpretation is unlimited, especially with the ambiguous ending. The first three lines set an excellent mode, seductive in diction and musical intonation.