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The Spring is the thing in Saragun
It creeps up from the nether-nether land
Located below the meanest sin
Where you can fry Peter without a pan
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It smells of charnel houses and sulfurized souls
Mouldy shoes, dollar store cologne
Lovers lies and quitters’ scorn
And the still rooms of the should ne’er been born
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And yet it is the best of devices
A sucking abyss for idiot crisis
And it leaves our air cleanly grown
Fresh to the lung not previously blown
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Yes the Spring is the thing in Saragun
It takes out the trash and dung
It’s a happy exit for the aggressively putrid
We wave bye bye to anti-Cupid
Saragun Springs 
I love this – some really spooky lines and it has a great atmosphere. dd
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Thank you Diane!
Yes the vile Spring serves a good purpose, but you wouldn’t want to drink from it.
Leila
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Dear Leila
This is a truly tantalizing piece in the way it combines psychology (the deep kind, not the academic jargon prescriptions), imagination, romance, and the wickedly good re-working of the Word.
This has the resilient desperation of a Dorothy Parker piece from Enough Rope combined with the Shakespearean language games of Emily D (“games” as in play as in the highest form of play, which is Literature with a capital L) and as such it all adds up to none other than the work of Leila Allison.
Because ONLY Leila Allison could have written your work and that is a LOT less true of many authors’ works than THEY think it is!
I’m powering along on my “How to Read a Poem” column focused on the Galileo piece, but today’s poem is equally worthy of its own essay but in a different direction.
Sincerely,
Dale
PS
A primary thing I love about the Springs is its freely carnivalesque nature. This isn’t a venue aimed at pleasing the King and his henchmen (however they appear in today’s world), and that allows wild Imagination to have its day – to run free…as it should be.
Because the wild Imagination is just as wild as a wolf or a bald eagle, and just as sad when it gets stuffed into a cage as they are.
A shout into the void that is truly dancing on the edge of the abyss, among other things!
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Hi Dale
Thank you! Yes, the Springs isn’t a perfect fantasy land but it does reward effort and humor.
I truly appreciate being a part of the essay, but I am poorly skilled at taking a compliment, but the gratitude is there.
Oh, the figure at the foot of the snow tree is the Madonna.
The house stands between the Catholic church and the cemetery, so their is no shortage of Marys.
Leila
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That is a COOL picture with all the white and it looks as if there’s a small creature in some sort of repose or thinking pose standing (or hovering) beneath the tree…
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Yikes
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