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.

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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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