A Poem by Fred Lamanna

A Sonnet to the Goddess Febris

Yes they were quite small in their size for a pair of feet they made a statement

Painting around the town like no one knew what was causing the commotion

Paving the way for a row of older gentlemen who knew not how to saunter by

This must be the routine for the elegant masterpiece to be painted in regiment

Lowering the strains of the most commonplace blue bell ringing from a motion

Only to seethe for a quick sick chance second she had a movement only to sigh

Clustering around the decks and fatal balconies you should be able to hear a lot

But not that that would matter to a pagan guest showing his know vital qualities

Assured of the reaching stealth she could master the vague outpourings with cheers

Lonely the victims take on a raging fever overflowing into a crusty table with a spot

Lowering the spiteful moment it can assault the most ugly version of many vanities

Hovering about the quicker taunt tight frigid posturing composing for rapid jeers


Fred LaManna resides in Chicago.  He has modeled this Sonnet after the Illuminations of Rimbaud (New Testament of Poetry).  There are 41 more sonnets in The Goddess Cycle.

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