Poem: The Cavalier Poet

The Cavalier Poet

By Adreyo Sen
QuailBellMagazine.com

It was after the funeral.
Your eyes met mine
across the strained formalities 
marching across the pained blue plains
of the ceiling.
Perhaps, I thought, they allowed
the hint of a smile
to cloud my thoughts.
So lovely I knew was your smile,
as sweet as an apple covered in sugar.

But my thoughts were a powerless sky
over the sea of gravy 
that was my plate,
impotent over the placid islands of chicken.
Despite your silent importuning,
I chose to worship my stomach.
I let boredom be your fate,
but I did not intend for a drunk uncle
to disgorge his affection onto your lap.

But why did you kick me on your way out,
dearest?  That really hurt.

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