Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Poem: Yet by Mary Dalton, from Merrybegot

Yet

Moll doll his chin;
Her hair birch-
Broom-in-the-fits;
Chalk and cheese, they said;
Cradle and grave,
They said;
Yet-
You could smell
The smouldering, sparry,
Whenever they met.

This poem appears in the collection of poems by Mary Dalton entitled Merrybegot. The unabridged audio edition of Merrybegot published by Rattling Books in 2005 is performed by Anita Best with Patrick Boyle on trumpet and flugelhorn.

For more information or to purchase the audio edition of Merrybegot visit rattlingbooks.com.