between flourishing baton and ferule, this virgule self-splitting with a hiss below the right pectoral slung forward from the pinned wrists into which my hand has reached has wedged itself Copyright © Margaret Aho. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CASEY AT THE BAT (2) by ERNEST LAWRENCE THAYER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 25. AL-MUHIZZ by EDWIN ARNOLD FIAMMETTA: SONNET. OF HIS LAST SIGHT OF FIAMMETTA by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO AB ASTRIS by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA SONG OF THE BOOKWORM by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |