How recently the world appeared to me The way you see it looking back at you. Nasty worms made holes in what was true. A snake creeped up the ancient apple tree. Valid reasons were deceptive then. The one who understood most turned away And took a bite which stopped what he would say. Those worms chew through the tongues of mortal men.
Perhaps that tale’s a metaphor. I know. Perhaps another snake will shortly show.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Bjorn is hosting with the theme of metaphor. I might have got carried away with the metaphors in this one, because I am no longer sure what I was trying to say.
Long ago when lights were dim His wounded father read to him About a knight, a dragon too, A damsel fair. What would he do? He realized himself the rest. This was the call to knightly quest. With youthfulness and strength of voice He spoke with wisdom of his choice Then rose at dawn just like the sun And fought the dragon till he won And brought the damsel safely home. He brought the damsel safely home.
I’ve touched the wounds upon his face. I’ve watched him walk without disgrace. Now he reads that tale to me. Another damsel would be free.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Amaya is hosting with the theme to take a quote from Kafka and write a children’s poem inspired by it. Hopefully the above poem fits this quote:
“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.”
While algae's greening in the swamp And ogres in the forest romp, The villagers would have a dance, A masquerade, and take a chance Some ogre with a fairy might Pretend to waltz then start a fight.
They've never liked each other much Although I’ve heard they sometimes touch. I’ve even heard they sometimes kiss, But I'd doubt all reports of this. There’s rumors, too, they even love-- What can these fools be thinking of?
Our dance may tease some fears away And help some find kind words to say. It's safer meeting through disguise When gazing in each other's eyes. They won’t forget what each has done, But from the present, who can run?
We'll have that dance, no matter what. True, worried folks must worry, but Tonight we'll take a chance on change. Let something, somewhere rearrange, Then, whether they like it or not, They'll get the love they've always got.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I will be hosting with the theme of descriptive detail. I hope the description of the swamp and the dance fits.