Refuge

In the back of the closet
lucky I could deposit
my young self there behind clothes
smelling of cloves and profit

from top story and slanted roof:
a hiding place! I awoke, poof!,
from a nap and a sweet dream
that teemed with horses ahoof.

Clutching encyclopedia
all about animals, I a
girl of twelve & budding chest
which tempted theft of ideas

of my bodily safety.
Step-brothers found too tasty
to eschew my two bulges
so refuges were happy.

— joystjohn

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  1. Good writing about that vulnerable time in apparently an additional vulnerability.

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  2. So f---n' absurd that such a thing (two small bulges) would cause such violation. What a weird "value" system young men have! Oh, it makes me mad. Glad there was a place for refuge there in the eaves. Looking at the rhymes I see aaba and some of your "tasty" slant rhymes. (Macoff)

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    1. there is also an internal rhyme dictated in this Celtic form - - in the 4th line with your "b".

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