Toute la rage

Find details about the statue I am writing about in this poem -- along with thoughts on the Victorian obsession with fern collecting -- on today's blog, located with photos at blog.amynelsonhahn.info
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Also, if you visit this page you get to find out exciting newsflashes such as this: our book is out and available on the net! Yep, you too can be the proud owner of "What Time and Tempest Hold is True." Just visit amazon.com or one of many other fine internet book dealers, and look for my name and the title. Andrew and I hope you will enjoy it as much as we enjoyed producing it; we're really happy with the way it turned out, and are busy thinking up plans for another one.
Now, back to today's program, "Toute la rage."

Fairy, forgotten

A fairy, or angel --
some white overpale
winged thing
casts listlessly
one good eye --
the other lost to time's
infernal polish --
casts such a care-worn eye
you would think the grasping ferns,
the uninvited ferns
beneath her celestial ruined stance,
would cower and lay low.
Instead they tempt
to tease her, rise
to tickle her very alabaster toes,
merciless against
her hard renouncing stare.

Copyright (c) 2011 Amy Nelson Hahn

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