one of these days
I'm going to run amok with an axe
free food and bedroom.
© Rachel Green January 2026
On The Nature of Love
There are a favoured few that come to mind,
when thou doth ask me what love be about
it seems to me a constant quest to find,
those special folk in life of worth to shout.
A spotty, ginger youth closed off my heart
for fear of the rejection it would hatch;
but left me be my free authentic art
and care not if Madame Fate would deal a match.
As I matured I found love in my sight,
with the maladjusted hagfish of a creature,
and yet I gave a portion of my right,
to self possession as a loving teacher.
In later years I found that love be leisure,
not to give or take, but both in equal measure.
© Rachel Green January 2026
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