Pamela Silin Palmer The Love Poems of Honniker Winkley

Decorative Artist, Illustrator and Fine Artist

The Love Poems
of Honniker Winkley

My Love Is In The Buttery

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady were no crime . . .
-----Andrew Marvell
I bought a sack of gangling ducks
For my love to roast
To baste
To taste;
I bred a gleeful butter-cow
For my love to milk
To skim
To curd;

I grew my love the parsley herb
To pinch
To dry
To decorate her pie --
Yet she does not like me
Why?
She does not roast my feathered drake
Nor gently stroke the titted cow --
My love is coy to thwart me now
Preferring to play bladder-ball
Given her by big swart Paul
Extracted from his pig.
Eros, unjust athletic boy
Whose willful easy arrows fly,
Let them pierce her tight-blown toy,
Her feckless bladder burst awry:
Then she'll join my steaming feast
Of truffled fowl and parslied beast --

To boil, to bake, to pluck, to stuff
In time to taste
In time to eat
In time to chew.

On to Pan Joins the Luncheon

About the
Author About the
Book Table of
Contents Press
Reviews

Back to Main Book Page

© 1978, 2001 Pamela Silin-Palmer. All Rights Reserved
Except for brief passages quoted in a website, newspaper, magazine, radio or television review, no part of this book may be reproduced by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, printing, and recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author.