When Dawn Harmon, President of the Missouri State Poetry Society and leader of the Crawford County Bombadils, sent out the writing prompt asking for poems that convinced readers something superstitious was real, I did not think I could do it. But I have just enough blarney in me, I tried anyway. Happy St. Patrick's Day!
The
Morning After
I
was always told the Little People weren't real,
That
they hammered little shoes only in fairy tales,
But
this morning I know better.
In
a wakeful night under a milky moon,
I
listened to them tap, tap, tapping their tiny toes
Way
late into the night while I couldn't sleep.
I
heard them dance, sing, and dance some more.
My
own toes twitched while calves trembled to the tempo
Of
the tin whistles and harps I could hear.
This
morning my legs were sore from keeping time;
My
mouth felt parched, possibly a dry drought from poteen.
I
listened carefully for tunes or wooden hammers hitting
leather,
But
the sun had already climbed the horizon.
So
the Little People were burrowed away, snuggled
underground.
My
fingers rubbed sleepy eyes as I pondered the stillness.
Maybe
tonight I will slumber…but then again, maybe not.
I
pick up a strange gold buckle from the floor…and smile.
6 comments:
Well, Claudia this is spectacular! How do you do this so easily?
So cute Claudia! Great job! I think those little guys are around here too!Susan
Love this Claudia! Makes me want to do an Irish jig.
p.s. on Wednesday....Hi Bookie! Regarding the fruit salad on my post today, just wanted to tell you there is no special dressing. I try to mix most of the fruits the day before and add lots of coconut. The natural juices all meld together.
Then, right before I serve it, I add more perishable fruits like raspberries and blackberries. Mmm mmm mmm Susan
Claudia, you are SO talented! Love it!
I LOVE this!! I believe!
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