Amatory Rounds

“Idi assumed I made Cilla slate petal, or

A Cairo paste gem!”

At Rose I rave.

Lit, a lover I felt, till little

My amatory rota may melt, ’til little

Fire volatile varies or tame gets aporia1.

“Carol ate petals all iced amid emus” said I.


Notes and comments

My first palindrome poem, and in some ways my favourite. I think its meaning is self-explanatory…

1. Aporia: Logical impasse, contradiction, philosophical doubt

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