The Joust

for dVerse

Listening to the music. Voices on the street;

to eager sounds floating open through bright air.

The sounds soar up into my morning dreams;

music floating up forever: laughs. Window welcomes all.

Voices open into laughs, inviting. Little wrens fly

on through my window. Little chirps that hope.

The bright morning, welcomes wrens that sing with 

street air. Dreams all fly; hope with life.

The Archer

for dVerse

Trumpets sound in the morning air

The field is laid so deadly green

Noble knights roaming everywhere

But I only watch the archers

Will he come? Again the trumpets blare

My small favor for the winner

And a gold arrow if he dare

So I only watch the archers

The sun climbs high above my chair

On the green brave knights fight and bleed

The rowdy crowd cheers their warfare

Yet I only watch the archers

At last! See how the archers fare

They shoot arrow after arrow

But no sign of bold Robin there

And I only watch the archers

The crowd shouts, the winner declare

He smiles to receive his prize

They catch Robin Hood in their snare

Yet I only watch the archer

My heart is drowning in despair

But his men spring from every side

Fighting till they flee elsewhere 

Still I only watch the archer

Snow-Child

for Magpie Tale 247
dVerse

I’m waiting for the swirling snow

To stand in a world turned crystal

Stretching wide in a cold white blanket

I’m wrapped tight in a warm blanket

The frozen window between me and the snow

The glass panes are frosted like craved crystal

I’m dreaming of bright winter crystals

Head on the pillow; tucked under the blankets

Everywhere and everything covered in snow

I’m a snow-child with a crystal throne in a world blanketed with white