Holding up a mirror to what it is that creates irony

by Christos Polydorou

20161211_172006If a
phrase

Could cause one
torture

Or if a
book

Could steal one’s
daughter …

Turning over a new
leaf

suggests some of life is lived
as tree…

Such animations, airs and graces
One attains

And is becoming of such
prowess and darling daring

Having read, say,
one of the two Brontës.

The winds are often
wuthering

The Eyre is Jane
with social non-conformity

What is the answer
to life’s greatest question:

How shall I bide
my time?

Will we ever
even know?

Or will we, forever,
be on the verge?

If literature
itself could

be a sort of purge
And it is

The universe
is ironing

Perhaps we all ought to be
spending

some time
ironing

Then the message fro
will correspond to the message to

It’s something
to do

while undoing
the dozens of buttons

on these Victorian
boots.

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