Thursday, 8 December 2011

'Lo-lee-ta' Sonnets to the Fictitious Famous

You were my angel-nymph; my sweet child love.

Curious as a wild cat catching rats

In my tender moments you’d kick and shove

All Cheshire cat grin with your hair in plaits.

Don’t run from the madman my butterfly,

I know you think of it when you sob nightly,

I’ll drive you underneath the summer sky

Feed you sundaes, see those eyes burn brightly.

You are my only one confession.

With your chestnut hair and lips of scarlet

Pixie, you taught me the hardest lesson.

You dance rings around me my little starlet

In the night I can still hear you crying.

My Lolita, can you hear me dying?