She served us hot tea and cold sesame cake
We sipped, chewed, and talked, with a view of the lake
The waves blurred. She cawed, “My dear, come and lay down.”
I woke in her nest, now dressed bright in her gown.
I struggled to sit and found wings ‘stead of arms.
I struggled to speak, instead cackled and barked.
My avian leg wore a bright silver band
Her bright blue eyes gleamed as she held out her hand.
I jumped without effort onto her thin arm,
amazed she could hold me, it must be the charm.
We walked to the park, in full swing with ren faire
I cocked my head when I saw Jimmy McDare.
Jimmy — I’d loved since I was a wee lass — walked
up, smiled, and said, “We agreed on a hawk.”
My black-feathered heart fluttered dark as eclipse.
Her eyelashes batted; she kissed Jimmy’s lips.
He backed up and frowned and said, “Here’s your silver.
Sweet Moira’s my love. This gift will sure win her.”
He held out his arm, “Moira, you’re mine today.”
Fireblossom is today’s host of The Sunday Muse. Fireblossom gave us 3 “cosplay” images to choose from and I chose this one over a cat and an owl.
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Fun poem!
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Thanks, Paula!
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Now she never has to worry about a costume!
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I love this Lisa and the rhyme is wonderful!
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Thank you, Carrie. The story took me where it wanted to go.
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Nice Poem Lisa…but I have to say the picture freaked me out a bit when I first saw it.
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Thanks, Max, you should have seen the pic of the owl! The stuff of nightmares. This one is too!
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I did a double take lol…an Owl would have been more shocking I have to say.
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I especially enjoyd the first stanza. So cool.
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Thank you, Sherry. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Interesting story/poem Li.
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Thank you 🙂
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You’re welcome
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A hawk would be harder to handle… This was fun!
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Thanks, Dale!
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🙂
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Love the tale in all its bardly drapings and witchery, especially the last line. A happy holiday season to you, Li.
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Joy, I was hoping you would like the story. Thanks much. Happy Holiday to You!
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Fascinating story! I’m not sure whether I trust a man who’d ask for his lady as a bird…but I’m hoping it will end well. 🙂
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Wyndolynne, I think he wanted to give the lady he loved a gift. He just didn’t realize the woman who loved him would turn her into a bird. It’s a hellish situation, but maybe things will work out…
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Where do I begin? You have spirited me to another realm with this! A fairy tale of a poem. Brava!!!
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Helen, very happy you enjoyed this fairy tale. Hoping she will find a way to let him know she’s been enchanted!
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I could’ve gone with the crow… it was almost a toss-up. You did it an excellent turn (not the bird). [I know. That is spelled, “Tern.” In case anybody feels the need to point that out.]
I really enjoyed your take!
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Thanks, Charley!
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good one
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Thank you, Larry, glad you liked it.
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Lisa, this is an xcellent recall of a bad dream. I don’t even know when I dream let alone remembering what was said.
My wish for you and yours,
MERRY CHRISTMAS and a HAPPY NEW YEAR !! 🙂
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Jim, it wasn’t a dream of mine, and I’m glad it wasn’t. Just writing it put me on edge. Happy Holidays!
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A delightful tale, Lisa!
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Why thank you 🙂
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