
First published as https://ethicaldative.com/2022/05/22/bah-boom-boom-riff/ .
To Her, Still
One’s home is her castle,
a refuge from hustle
and bustle, the jostle of mobs;
nest in which refuge to seek
from the insults that bristle
in digital wallows
and rants of apostles of doom,
by the wherry that’s painted on wood
on a wall of the room.
Kitchen to mortar and pestle
the herbs for the grub
that she rustles,
remove all the gristle,
leave only the muscle
of meats she imagines she eats.
A nook where to nestle
in comfort and wrestle with issues,
indite her epistles,
ensconced at the trestle desk
cunningly made from a door,
delight in the whistle
of blackbirds, bristle of brushes,
the thistle-and-mistletoe theme
of the rug on the floor.
(c) 2022 JMN — EthicalDative. All rights reserved
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