The Electric Mistress

Sun tanned lady under tangling maze of wires

her tiptoeing heels they talk with the lurking cat

jangling bangles they beacon the lost magpie

sketchy lanes now left with her fragrant history

towering poles are watchful of the thoroughfare

inky shadow of hers painting streets black

the peeking sun through maple branches asunder

a glum hound brooding over reeking umber

rusty street lamps used by perching ravens

Dreaming lady she just looked at me

Electric Mistress she is turning her back on me

Nature's Enchantress she is twirling the world around me.