He: That isn't you.
She: It's me, in my blue skirt
And scarlet coat and little golden shoes.
He: Not good enough.
She: Well, burn it if you choose
And take myself.
He: Yourself like skies and days
To praise and live in, worship and abuse.
More verses by Lesbia Harford
- The Moonlit Room
- Today When You Went Up The Hill
- Those Must Be Masts Of Ships The Gazer Sees
- The Melbourne Cup
- The Tyrant