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Standing on a ribbon of time
Looking towards an uncharted climb
Winding through curious climes
Perhaps without reason or rhyme
Meandering over trails of grime
Or grassy plains in their prime
Go onward then, do not stand still
For the discovery’s a marvelous thrill
Written for dVerse
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Sep. 22, P. comes home ~ be ready
She says she’s never seen the fall
since she entered my noble hall
and became my wondrous queen.
Leaves for her are always green
they do not yellow, nor blaze in red,
so I’ll bring autumn to her instead.
I’ll robe the halls in amber wheat
spread the harvest beneath her feet;
we’ll dance across the ballroom floor
to harvest songs from days of yore.
And from among the deathly shades
I’ll recruit those with edible trades.
Cooks and chefs will prepare a feast,
with a thousand dishes at least!
Warming soups, fragrant tarts, gleaming pears,
roast turkey, and venison to spare,
that pumpkin spice these mortals crave
in endless pies and cakes and bread. She’ll surely rave!
(No pomegranates, she hates the sight,
and won’t take a single bite.)
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Written for dVerse, where the prompt is to be inspired by the Persephone and Hades myth.
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Curiosity killed the inquisitive cat
As it nosed around for facts
Seeking for what it lacked
Padding after secrets and rats
Alas, our most anxious cat perished
So they brought out the sheriff
Who considered all the merits
Joining the clues in marriage
And when all the why’s were established
The story was brushed and polished
The case was widely published
Until the matter was public knowledge
Fate then took a curious track
Although the impertinent cat had passed
Once there were no more questions to be asked
Satisfaction brought it back
Written for dVerse.