The Butcher

The princess slumped in a purple puff
her finest dress now wrinkled

She pouted then grinned
and told those who’d listen

“The swan will be arriving soon!”
She wished for the rabbit

the grey-brown one with fur
to greet everyone in the watery deep

mourning room but he couldn’t that day
could not move by himself

so it fell to the butcher
who was honored to play with

the princess her alligator prize
for it no longer mattered

neither swan nor brown-grey
could stay when the place was arranged

after gloves had been donned
clapping muffled the cries

the now crumpled princess
on a service of silver

was set right before their eyes
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Author’s Note:

Some days are just like this.

Some days greet you with a snicker you would rather not pursue the reason for its presence. When that happens I know I should just get right back into bed.

Today Tweetspeak Poetry came to my rescue and gave me a reason to continue on. Even though I have laundry to do. Even though I must still write approximately 2500 words of my NaNoWriMo novel to keep ahead of this busy week. Even though it is a beautiful Sunday in Colorado and my dog, Bremen, wants a walk.  The nasty grin greeted me this morning. I was able to shake it off until noontime. Thank goodness for Tweetspeak. Their poetry theme this month is surrealism.

I have been collecting their surrealistic images all month on Pinterest at Everyday Poems, but have not had time to write.Today was the day and the princess’s story was told.

Now back to the laundry. And NaNoWriMo. And possibly, the Broncos, but maybe not.

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These are photos that I used as prompts for the poem. Click on each and it will lead you to one of the Tweetspeak or Everyday Poem sites where I discovered them.

Poetry

Eyes closed and shallow breath
I feel the words, sweet words
As they trickle out and down my face
Bold and together
Standing one beside the other

And in the enchantment
Clasping hands
Like dancing dandelion seeds
Leap, aiming for the abyss
Onto the desolate wan page

Blooming in the gentle breeze
They slip through my fingertips
Leaving their mark, their brand
With no expectation
but release from my embrace
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Author’s note:

Tonight my inspiration came from Every Day Poems on Pinterest. What fun. I wanted to challenge myself and use all the words, but I got caught up in the poem. Isn’t that how it goes? I have such a short attention span.
The words that were suggested are listed below. The ones I used are in bold.
Words, sweet words
Bold
Aim
Candy
Creativity
Togetherness
Bloom
Layering
Enchantment
Expectation
Dandelion seeds
Poetry
Confectious