Marry me, Tabitha, Marry a poet
Sonnets for breakfast
Versa fable for foreplay
Only you understand
The personas in a poem can also love.
You don’t know me yet
But remember when you said
The most beautiful place is inside a poet?
I looked inside me and met your face.
Marry me Tabitha
In my poetry and poverty,
In July, come with Gemini
Our cabin will be symbolic
Bamboo and hollow truth.
Take an exhibitionist to your parents
Remind them of their days of rebellion.
I’ll write you romantic verses
Put your still frame in a red dress
Standing inside the lonely railway station museum
Rain all around you, everything apart from your dress
Will be in neutral colors.
Tabitha, we will harvest narrative epics
Raise them as our children.
At the end, they’ll bare grandchildren.
Tabitha, escape from this poem
By Anthony Gashagua
This poem is part of the January 31st 2011 Free Theme & Style Poetry Competition. You have until February 26th 2011 to read and vote for it. Please comment and indicate your opinion of the poem on a scale of 1 to 5.