Marcia Karp reads
I Saw, at Foreplaying, Two Wondrous Ones
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I saw, at foreplaying, two wondrous ones, at large, laid out for the looking. The fairheaded fair will (under her whatnot) grow great if the work of their playing went well. Now, by rounding my fresh-from-my-forge runic staves into the halls of your hearing (you wits of words and their works), may I be sounding the names of these two to your knowing. Take from the CORN only its first crunch of sound. Take it twice. Take it thrice. Quit sitting. Quick. Pick INCUBATE’S gift. One mate is complete with what AUSPICE can offer. With a CHIRP, the match (the set of the game) is dispatched. Has anyone caught from my staves the key and been able to bear it to the guardings on the gates of the hoard and open the fastness of if flimsy hoarding then run through the ruin and bedevil the bonds round the heart of my riddle which never before has lain bare? Now, we-at-our-wine can name the foul-minded company we keep. Listen to more readings from The Word Exchange »