Tag Archives: #Prison

I, Gavotte.


I’d searched your face
For a hint, a trace;
But, I never found a clue.

Your blank expression,
A seeming digression,
Was all I saw of you.

You fixed the plot,
Said that what was what was not;
So, they sent me straight – away.

So here ‘I’ plot
It’s a doing-time gavotte
And what ‘I’ am plotting…
I’m not at liberty to say.