The proper kind of poetry
has resonance - it’s heavy.

Her verse is light, the critics said,
she writes it on the bevvy.
She writes the stuff, they said, all night –
we should impose a levy.

A penalty to sort her out.
A sonnet to constrain her.
A job attending funerals.
A way of sounding saner.

Unlace her rhymes. Unscan her shoes.
Can someone not restrain her?

Helena Nelson

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