I poked a finger in the hole
just ‘cos I could, little did I know
’twas a wish-knot in the wood.
Thoughts swirled wildly,
my finger was held tight,
I had no control at all,
as I pulled
with all my might.
‘Thy wish will be granted’
intoned a voice in my head.
I quickly searched my thoughts
to find which wish I’d said.
My brain was full of chatter,
far too many to filter out.
Now I’m left to wonder
whichever ‘wish’
will
come
about?
LadyP©2014
Yikes!!