I doubt this one needs explanation; pretty sure you'll know where it comes from.
It's another long 'un, at 29 lines. I'll be posting this week's short poem on Thursday - and that will be a sonnet. I write more sonnets* than I realized!
And onward with the poem :)
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They don't want us to know
They come to princes too.
Girls get virtues
-- boys
get named.
Don't mention Honorable, strangled in sleep
-- they always name him first --
or brother Literate (left a carmine ribbon
in his book, marking
messy death
and second sons).
Kindly they left wailing
at a widow's door; she named him
Jack. What use gentleness
in kings? Besides,
little Charming didn't like him.
Their charmed third, their hope. So endearing,
so
sensitive. What he likes --
captive birds. Girls
in towers, in donkeyskin rags
in distress, Nobody
to see them, kiss them
better
before him. Nobody to raise
unsightly fusses
later.
The fairies always leave him
so
sensitive.
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*On which note, My
6-week poem spree is now fully funded, and poems
1,
2,
3, and
4 are up -- but another $3
donated to Clarion will get you three tarot sonnets at the end of week 6 instead of two, and
every $10 after that will get another.