ProCrasstheNation

Poem 24 in the ProCrasstheNation Poemvember Poetry Project comes inspired by a term that my Bestest Half discovered whilst reading Charles Dickens. You get infinity points if you squeeze it into a Christmas Conversation correctly.

Akimbo…

“Akimbo”

Waiting in Limbo,

while standing Akimbo,

A singular woman hailed me,

“Give me your prayers.

I’ve been here for years,

I need your help to get free.”

“Excuse me, Miss Shadow,

of you, I don’t know.

Please don’t put that on me.

Although, you’re in Limbo,

standing akimbo,

it will cost you, for your liberty.”

“What can a girl do?

I humbly implore you.

A prayer, is but nothing, you see?.”

“Well, where I’m going. 

There’s no way of knowing,

if I’ll ever be redeemed.

If I pray for you, 

could I persuade you,

to put in a good word for me.”

“Surely, I’ll mention, 

without apprehension,

your good points,

to the powers that be.”

“Yes! You have a deal.

I’ll pray now, with zeal.

Don’t forget, to tell them about me.”

No longer in Limbo.

Not standing akimbo.

A singular woman, now free.

Kept her sworn promise.

And mentioned the kindness,

a stranger had given freely.

Now waiting in Limbo,

while standing akimbo.

An impish male bimbo, not free.

“I ask for your prayers,

my account’s in arrears.

I need help gaining heavenly liberty?”