It's Still Life

A Quest to M&S

That sharp fuzzled jab in the cup,
which was no chalice by any stretch,
’twas likened unto a stag’s horn,
or to be sprung upon by a spreading oak.
I am wounded by an underwire.
I am the Fisher King with a dagger in my breast.

Tell me, Sir Perceval, seeker
of the holey wonders, and wonderwear,
let a quest beset us for undergarments
of both comfort and humility, suited
for the pale skin of an old Faerie …
for I pray, Le Morte d’Brassière.

Written for RDP “Quest”. M&S for those who don’t know is Marks & Spencer, a British department store. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney (word prompt: Perceval meeting the Fisher King at Grail Castle using Gustave Doré as a style reference. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney