We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)
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16.6.19

Appearances


At 'imaginary garden with real toads', Magaly asks us to play with randomised word lists in the Exquisite Corpse Solitaire mini challenge, which gave me –

Appearances

Chubby night wills the unsightly year
into a dazzling group, vexing skinny people
with chubby coffee cast short of a place.

A flabby hand casts the unsightly state – as a 
glamorous book lives quaintly in the world,
or as an attractive book looks in an unkempt state.

And a bald eye will scruffy the word
‘beautiful’ as fact, feeling it a muscular problem –
as a fancy fact feels in an unkempt year.