The Editor Has Come UnMoored In Time by Neil Willcox
The editor has come unmoored in time.
She has read this poem sometime before;
Events do not follow their proper line.
Behind her she hears the slam of a door.
She has read this poem sometime before,
The end is a disconcerting half-rhyme,
Behind her she hears the slam of a door,
A delivery for which she must sign.
The end is a disconcerting half-rhyme.
She detects an unsettling metaphor,
A delivery for which she must sign,
She turns the last page and wants an encore.
She detects an unsettling metaphor;
Events do not follow their proper line.
She turns the last page and wants an encore
The editor has come unmoored in time.
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Neil Willcox lives in South East England, where he has worked in such diverse fields as insurance, education, and waste disposal. This has been surprisingly useful experience for writing Edwardian Crime and Age-of-Sail Fantasy (to name two of his current projects.) He blogs most weekdays at nightofthehats.blogspot.com
In the topside world, Marilyn Whitehorse teaches academic writing at Kapiolani Community College in Honolulu, HI. In the river that flows beneath, Marilyn is an author, photographer, and collage artist.
