An Ode to Glenda Jackson

 

An Ode to Glenda Jackson

 

Glenda Jackson is the loveliest lemon

Her lapidary syllables shine

Soar above the muck of life

Like rarest, whitest wine

 

She slices, dices all objections

With the archest speech

With grandest, mad soliloquies

All powers she’ll impeach

 

Her hair of gold gleams like the sun

Her limbs are taut and quick

A coiled, crafty grandest dame

She’ll burn you to the wick

 

Every part that she embarks

Becomes her property

A vaulted, vain,  victorious stage

For her profundity

 

She emits the sparks of life

She sizzles, yes she does

Bursting, beaming, always blithe

One thinks one is but was

 

Copyright, David Gottfried, 2005

 

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