Three poetess (
Guardian)
Three poetesses dressed in
full decorum, around polished
oval shaped table, group their
discussions on poetry and meter.
Suddenly a man
comes
through the back door
on friendly
note and terms,
smiles to begin a conversation.
Is he a poet, or a stranger?
a wizard, a
snow man dripping ?
or a sage or
miracle man
tying talisman to the needy?
The three are alive to the
Situation yet converse in
full throated ease, their
point of view tapping the Muse.
Just as the door,
air peeps in
and out, their books glow
turn the pages, the mirror
opposite reflect all in grandeur.
As he came, the figure walked out.
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