Elen Of The Hosts Poem by mark littler

Maximus Max Magnanimous Gloriosus
Absolute Legendary Epic Emperor Stupendous
would like to meet a Queen-Countess-Duchess-Empress with similar interests

larger and more beautiful
thinner and more dutiful



he dreamt of her
A cheeser
ate honey with her head and hands
dogs walked backwards
fish flying south
fish flying pigs

The running lost and falling
tunnels opening onto doors
opening onto tunnels
opening onto doors

doomy on deja temple mounts
castle gloom beside grief waters
in valley of miserable dolorous

across a boat forsaken
mountain storms the crest
a blue so blue that blue becomes yellow


dark fears dark mares
dream psychs
bride in witching
figure held in witching
himself

feet first on threshold
cold out the light
take up your bonny bridegroom
I have no more to do but die

meeting in state
living in state
a love worth living

He sang her in Golden chair
just his arms
sang, sleep, chair