Sunday 27 March 2011

777 - Sonnet of three sevens

Three sevens, three flags blowing in the wind
Three spires of Lichfield, ladies of the vale
Three funnels of an ocean liner, lined
Around the top with black, three smoky trails
Three meerkats balanced on haunches and tails
Three leaning towers after an earthquake
Three tottering battlements deep in Wales
After the locals died for freedom’s sake
Three gibbets awaiting their next neck break
Three axes raised, hoping three necks to find
Three upturned golf clubs in a bag in Hale
After a round, waiting while thirst is slaked
Three horses or three greyhounds wait behind
Three gates for gunfire; which one will prevail?
Mon 20 Oct 2008

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