The King's River

Magpie Tale 131

shared with dVerse

I remember sailing on the king’s river
On the river in the summer, watching the shore slip by
Slipping by old castles among new grasses
Among the grasses I thought I saw a bard
A bard he was I know, for he held a harp in his hand
With such a harp in his hand I heard him sing
Singing of days long gone flown with the wind
The wind itself stopped to listen, and so did time
The times of old slid back into their places
In their places princes courted smiling maidens
Smiling maids rescued threadbare tailors
Threadbare tailors found their thread again
And with their thread sewed all the world back up.

Summer Morning

for dVerse

day light touch my face
morning wakes but I in bed
open eye then close again

Huitain Cat

for dVerse

He’s a sly fellow with whimsies
to engage a leaf in combat
or catch my hand in a tease
or declare war upon the rats
to show his skill to me. The cat
only asks for this show my lap
to curl himself in warm and fat
purring. Letting me enjoy his nap.