Poetic License: An April Fool for Poetry

Apr 13, 2016 1 min read

An April Fool was I for poetry,

For jests and tricks and play with irony,

Fooling the Muse with rhyme tomfoolery,

Every verse footloose, every fancy free.

Until a wider world too wise for me

Turned my fool’s errand into odyssey

To roam as far as my mind’s eye could see

Horizons glowing with discovery.

An April Fool I’m now for poetry,

For truthful myth and made-up history,

The “cruelest month” now kind as kind can be,

Since poetry became a fool for me.