‘Tis the snow that haunts me from that day,
to see many footprints on their way
“Where do they lead” ‘twas my thought
before I knew it I was caught
trailing them here ‘n there,
through the trees without care,
needing to see where they led
oh dear reader,
I should have fled.
On I went totally blind
to any thought but what I’d find.
’Til finally there they stood, huge carvings
in living wood. Tree trunk bare, branches locked,
I wandered round, totally shocked. Such effigies never
seen before, they thrilled my mind ‘n much more.
Unknowing a figure lurking near,
all clad in black, cloaked by fear,
ensorcelled me where I stood…
A frozen figure, ‘twould do no good
to warn you, for naught could be done,
as we who stand here are gone.
‘Tis so lonely inside this place,
staring out of my carved
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off the kerb,
a sudden warning blast.
Moving quickly back,
a red sports car roars past.
Jumping the red light
cheeky as can be,
even cheekier, he laughed at me.
Little did he know I had a wish left.
Now he’s driving a Mini,
looking totally bereft!!
as the man pushed in
the air was fraught
with muttered words
and daggered glances
but he had no care
he was home and dry
and they were absurd.
a hand waved a wand,
when his senses returned
he was knee deep in a pond.
Lesson learned? I hear you ask,
Oh no, he keeps trying
but I’m up to the task…
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‘Twas an old leather tome
left forgotten and alone,
muttering long at it’s decay.
‘Twas Magic you see,
had a destiny but
all it did was sit,
Ye olde leather tome
knew if it wanted to roam,
matters needed taking in hand.
So it searched it’s full pages,
which seemed to take ages,
as the runes proved hard to
Ye Olde leather book,
found the spell, thence it took
due care to speak magic words well.
Forsooth, it’s form changed,
to a Dragon rearranged,
now in a Mountain
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There’s a very special magic hat,
it’s invisible you see….. it’s only seen by clever folk …
(that’s you and me)
If you place it on your head,
you can wish for anything
trouble is, it reads your mind,
so mayhem it may bring.
You could wish for Peace on Earth,
as a final ending to war
but it could grant Total Silence…
to last for evermore.
No birds will sing, no voice will ring,
nothing at all to hear
So control your thoughtful mind
and make your wish
LadyP © 2010