Spenser sallies forth, then rests on his laurels by Esther Greenleaf Murer

A Young Knight of Malta by Thomas Gibson
Early 18th Century

(First line from a dream)

I saved the Master’s life above the can,                    
a feat which I had never tried before;
then hopped the next boat to Baluchistan   
and slew the dreaded Lobster Thermidor.
Thus baptized with brandy and Gruyère,
I went and rid the world of all its scourges,
then retired me to a lonely moor
where water ouzels sing their doleful dirges,
sweet sad songs of maidens perched on cusps and verges.

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Esther Greenleaf Murer’s poems have appeared in numerous ezines, most recently in the “J is for Jabberwocky” issue of The Centrifugal Eye. Links may be found on her blog: esthergreenleafmurer.blogspot.com  She published her first poetry collection, Unglobed Fruit, in 2011.  She lives in Philadelphia.