She was Mad but He was Magic
Her heart sprouted
from a dung heap
not far from
where the hawker’s balloon
fell to earth
near Jebson’s farm
in a now dead and dry
corn field …
She’d pined
becoming a mole
setting forth into the world
only at full moon-rise
when the beams
dripped cold.
“Reach out
for the remedy of your ills -”
the hawker called out:
“brewed from the seeds
found only on the vines
of Cleverness!”
She took a sip of the brew
then
– watched the liquid flow from the bottle
little did she know
where its power came from
but she entered a new world
she found oblivion
in a new love.
The hawker’s mission accomplished,
invited her into his balloon
and they left that farming district
never to return …
People still talk about them saying:
“She was mad but he was magic!”
© G.s.k. ‘15
Written for:
The Sunday Whirligig – August 19 – THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “The Man Born to Farming” by Wendell Berry: reach, farming, sprout, dung, enters, corn, comes, mole, rise, seed, flows, vine
Lovely take on the collage Georgia, that lovely sense of hope and new beginnings…..
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Thanks … 🙂
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Bravo! Love your triumphal version of the story! Magical for sure!
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Thanks Humbird 🙂
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This is brilliant! I was wary at the beginning — but thank goodness for that beautifully penned happy ending! 😀
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Thanks … didn’t know where to take it right off … but that dung heap had to be the beginning … here in Italy they say no flowers grow from diamonds … you need a dung heap to make them grow (obviously this is paraphrased).
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No flowers grow from diamonds …. hadn’t heard it, but I love it 🙂
So very well done !!!!!
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Thanks … glad you liked it 🙂
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Very much!
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