what do you mean…
IF I AM
a wisher
a liar
and a
magic bean buyer?
Haven’t I been at your fire
for all these many years
reciting while playing
an ancient shell lyre?
Didn’t I play games
of finding rune stones,
painting fish bones, and
giving the faeries names?
And what of the moon cakes
I made - heavy and sweet -
for the spirit owls that flew
to our dream covered feet
on those mystical mornings
when the spiders’ webs
adorned our heads like
silver and diamond tiaras?
I know we have tales to spin.
That’s why I have come in;
to sit with you awhile -
to be with you again.
6 comments:
I like the lyrical lines and the vivid images, especially:
for the spirit owls that flew
to our dream covered feet.
Carol, thank you most kindly.
Ok, ok...you always stun me, but the lyrical quality of this is elven...
And I always have to look up your references, but I'm at a loss to Oriah
Your words are full of wonder
Terry, many thanks, dear friend. It is always good to see you here. I'll tell you about Oriah later. :)
Beautiful... and the last stanza is so perfect... just had to read it a few times to really savor it.
Bob - thank you. I value your poetic opinion so much!
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