Laundry Matriarch

A bed made with sheets
And sheets for my bed
One I yearn for
The other I dread
Sheets with many folds
From love making so bold
While others so trim
Made so by sore limb
Oh for a day on my back
Instead of on track
Just sheets stripped a-bare
And your passionate stare

A Crucible Of Stars

A Crucible Of Stars

By Ken Metcalfe
The night is bright
With my heart's delight
Behold the tales unseen.
\My mind is fraught
Of these tales unsought
Tales grand and serene.
\No hell could be worse
Then to suffer this curse
So mortal and so keen.
\But continue to stare
At God's wondrous fare
Oh what might have been!