Sweetest Redress

There isn’t a cache of un-emancipated artefacts at 

back of it - not that I’d admit it anyway, but there’re 

those ‘faux atypicality's' where you’d expect to see 

a watermark, the idiosyncratic usages too wacky a 

way to beat the drum gaily - yet invitingly complex; 

and there’s the nub of it - an originality that vexes - 

& only they who live breathing ‘strictest measures’ 

to the nonce can easily brush off those fey effects 

And having said it I’m in no way ‘aggrandising' my 

penchant to be a little different - best I relax - & be 

absorbed into it; then one of these days, hopefully, 

I’ll awaken, find exactly where I am in the rhythm’s  

metricality - and whose beat my rhyme’s response 

is au fait; that’s th’ sweetest redress to being free 

© 10 March 2017, I. D. Carswell