Morag at the Store Edit 1.0 erthona, true, et al

[tectak]

Aside from the inversions which are a trade off and a given when reading your verse, I thoroughly enjoy this poem.

Since this is serious, I humbly submit this complaint about "naked flies", and "galore" is a bit over-done. (not by you and here, but by others elsewhere)

Hi true,
This inversion thing will my downfall be. I find it interesting that a device so universally frowned upon seems so apposite in verse. Why should that be? Is it an easy way out of semantic cul de sacs? After all, we tend not to speak in inversions. For my part I use it primarily to force the constancy of meter...I must try not to.
Thanks for your read and comments,
Best,
tectak

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Love this one, especially

Morag stacks the cardboard boxes;
climbs the ladder up the rack.
In her head she scales the Munroes,
haversack upon her back;
on the mountain trail she follows,
memorised, a well-worn track.

It made me know her.

The only place I had a problem was

but wears for him a silken bedgown,
best he not see her private things.

Who's "him"?

Great run of poems you've been posting, traveling from my couch.

Aha!You locked on to my little piquancy....who indeed is "him"? It was not an accident or an error. I guess you guess what I am inferring.
Thanks,
tectak