#12 – Finale
bittersweet ending
wounds bled deep in healing form
words poured out like rain
blood and water flowing down
mixing and taking new shape
Hour 11: The Frog Prince
A lady fair
With streaming hair
Went strolling by the ponds
She liked the way
The wind would play
A tune among the fronds
She heard a sound
And turned around
And looked upon a frog
He wore a crown
Of eider down
And sat upon a log
‘O! Lady do you see me?
Maybe you can free me
Allow me to evince
A fell magician
Caused this transition
I truly am a prince
But it may be
You hold the key
All I need is this
Listen well
To break the spell
You must give me a kiss
Just take ahold
My form enfold
You’re much too high to climb
Now purse your lip
And let ‘er rip
I’m sorry for the slime.’
The lady fair
With streaming hair
Felt sorry for the toad
She grabbed the mooch
And gave a smooch
And then the scoundrel crowed,
‘It was all lies
I do eat flies
And live beside a bog
I am no royal
But you’d recoil
From a lowly little frog.’
The lady seized him
Roughly squeezed him
Spake she, ‘We shall see
With kiss of whips
Instead of lips
If noble you can be!’
But ‘twas no matter
All the batter
Though she pinched and kicked
She did slap him
Soundly rap him
‘Til the toad was licked
In the end
Our slippery friend
Was lucky he survived
But there are things
Like sons of kings
That cannot be contrived
In Memorium
In Memorium
Virginia Carraway Stark
When you walk beside me
I feel you take my hand
You are lilac scented air
You are sun warmed skin
You are the pleasant breeze
You are the sudden smile
You are the tear in my eye
You are the sweet memory
You are the wisdom that you shared
Float
underneath the sea
I am floating away,
drowning and dreaming.
Broad
I wrote in here again… rained upon, shoulders broad and I’m stuck in my skin, aching, by weight on shoulders, they hurt, they are stiff, I can’t help it, it’s a natural reaction for me now, ease of the tension comes by breath, my breath and I meet it often…
Mystie
We walk and she yawns expectantly.
Her sweet eyes, and smile whisper, “Time to go home.”
Guiding me back, her red and white hair shimmers with each step.
Swirling wind encircles us like a dust devil moving past.
She sighs softly, her eyes reflecting relief.
Leaning against me as the concrete passes under out feet.
Her legs give a little, and I hold her steady.
She feels safe by my side.
Beyond her prime she walks with grace few have.
Gone now are those days, when running filled her heart with joy.
Yet often I will catch a glimpse of the lady she used to be
We walk onward, the house in sight.
Basking in its summer glow kittens play in the yard.
The soft green blades of grass soften each step as her legs move slowly forward.
She looks down and smiles. Happy to see a friendly face.
And with one lick she’s made a friend for life.
She is regal and loyal
loving and true.
Best friend, confidant and a sweetheart, she is family.
Her name is Mystie.
Poem #9: In It
In It
At the end of the end of those years, his story was not complete, though some would liked to believe he finished that book. She tried to create this world in order to change history but so much was fiction but she did not know if she could even call it that as much as it was actually wishes. He did give her a ring. She suspected he had a plan, a secret one, and that the like he felt for her outweighed any love that could have come forward. She hoped that one day he would finally wake up and look at the family he could have in her and take this dream that was up above it and go down in it.
@ Renee Avard-Furlow
June 13 2015
Cherry Cola Girl
Sweetest chime
Dance on wind
Sing her homehome
With song and grin
Blazing blue
Miss her hard
Help me fold
The house of cards
Prompt For Hour Twelve
Poetry Half Marathoners – this is your last prompt! Yay! You are almost there. The finish line is in sight.
Poetry Marathoners – this is the halfway poem! Congratulations, you have come a long way already!
Your prompt for this hour is to write a poem about moving. The move could be a real or imagined. It can be about moving as a concept or moving as a reality.