a Poem I wrote way, way back....The Courtesan
It’s a matter of pride, you know
The
Courtesan
I once was the one
Fallen from
grace
The chosen
Removed
from the honored place
The first to be told
At the
table
The first to be asked
Turned out
of the palace
To accompany
In the dead
of night
To advise
To lie in
the gutter
Now I am the second or the third
Splashing
puddles
Maybe never
On stained
cheeks
To know again
Smiling,
pleading
To be acknowledged
To passing
kings
October 1 1980
Its really two poems, mixed together...read the odd numbered lines for one, the even lines for the other.. and all together for the third experience.
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