Through the market adventure is in the air
Throngs of treasure hunters fill the square
Searching for salt, scales, or scepters
The maiden, maneuvering between these nooks,
Of baskets, bread, and books
Delightedly looks upon the largest tent
With sharp swords worth every cent
Written for dVerse #197 sharp
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| Photo by Ellie Ellien on Unsplash |
Something’s in the kitchen
A little bit of this and a little bit of that
Fragrant and inviting
A splash of this and a dash of that
Honeyed and sweet
A pinch of this and a smidgen of that
Makes everything come out right
Written for dVerse.
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| Photo by Bob van Aubel on Unsplash |
Within the tower,
Imprisoned.
Counting each hour,
Sits the monarch
Bespelled.
Waiting for a spark,
Dreaming of rescue,
Wishing on fallen stars
For a daring coup.
Aid finally calls,
Shattering spells.
Returned to his halls,
The monarch bestows
Honors on her,
His valiant knight.
Written for dVerse.