Among the sweet flowers
under the sacred oak
the prophetess swirls
her potion of vision ..
A hostage of the past
with a snarl and a snap
old jackal watches on
curious, wondering his fate.
She takes a mariposa
and cuts it into stripes
adding some pink gravel
inside her brassy bowl.
Erecting a tent over the mix,
using gossamer and silken cable,
with her magic flair she creates
an arch of ephemeral mist.
After three days and three nights
the mixture shone of its own light …
old jackal skulks away, but grey owl
now looks on with curious glee …
The prophetess smiles
as she looks into the mist
thinking of happy portents
soon disowned with a sad tear .
Not even this year
she reads in the mist
will pass without war
and hunger and hate.
A blackbird flies near
a finch sings his song
the birds of the land
in unison sing comforting lays.
The owl in disgust flies away
seeing that the jackal in smiling sleep
dreaming his happy dreams
of hunting with ravens and crows.
© G.s.k. 15
Monday Wordle: 1. Stripe 2. Gravel 3. Unison 4. Flair 5. Mariposa (a type of lily) 6. Jackal 7. Cable 8. Swirl 9. Hostage 10. Erection 11. Arch 12. Pseudo
Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie – Tale Weaver Prompt and Monday Wordle
Oh, that evil jackal — yikes! I really felt the power in this one. And if you hadn’t noted that it was a wordle I wouldn’t have known. It flows that smoothly. Even more so than normal. Really, a masterpiece, this one. (I’m not just saying that. I mean it.) And I learned something, too — had no idea that a mariposa was a type of lily. It’s also the Spanish word for butterfly, so I was aghast to think she’d cut up a butterfly!
That owl has good reason to be disgusted …. timely, but also an ancient feel. Brava!
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Thanks Jen … I was feeling that this, like yesterday’s free verse weren’t up to par … glad she wasn’t slicing butterflies .. yucky! Glad you enjoyed the poem and thanks for the encouragement!
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You’re very welcome. Like me, though, you’re your own worst critic, right? Because I thought this was wonderful. [Hugs]
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Thanks, I think you might be right … I’m still always a little surprised when someone likes what I write.
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You shouldn’t be, but I understand 🙂
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Excellent use of the two prompts Georgia, so well done.
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Thanks Michael! Glad you enjoyed it.
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I agree with Jen a masterpiece indeed and the flow is so gorgeous!
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Thanks Yves … a lovely wordle!
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Love it! It certainly flows beautifully, and as ever, your imagery is marvellous. I like the line “a hostage of the past”…. When I’m looking through old images, I think that applies to me
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Aren’t we all a bit of a hostage of the past when we start looking at old photographs … thanks for your great comment very encouraging! 🙂
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You are most welcome!
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I like how you combine the two prompts. There is a power of sadness… yet there is always hope if one remembers to allow Pandora to open her box.
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Thanks .. I copied you my friend … don’t have a lot of time to write .. and I think authority wouldn’t want that Pandora opens her box …
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Oh! That is beautiful. The radiance of your words is wonderful, and the tale told gleams with a sorrow.
-HA
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Thanks HA …I’m so happy you enjoyed this poem .. it’s sad to have that sort of vision.
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Un vraie chef d’oeuvre, bella, truly lovely to read…so smooth …I was shocked when I realized it was also part of the Wordle…very nicely penned…oh, to be able to write with such eloquence…xx
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you flatter me and I love you for that … and very happy you enjoyed this poem. It was a little more difficult to write than usual and I forgot to use the word pseudo … but in the end I had fun writing it. Thanks and a big hug xxx
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Breath-taking; speaks to the spirit and the soul.
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Thanks Phylor!
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