Spellbound

Spellbound

 

Flags, flax, fodder and frig

come dance

for me now my little fat pig ..

With your broken

blue bottles and your shiny

green birds ..

Come burn a cream candle

and listen for

secrets hidden in whispers

in code, ciphers

and sacred scratched words ..

 

Reviews

[Robert Haigh]

A delightful and playful poem, Neville! It reminds me of some of Edward Lear's Limericks and so-called "nonsense rhyme." I know this isn't a Limerick, but it shares some of the qualities of a good Limerick, such as startling or amusing imagery, and clever use of some well chosen words! I enjoyed the read, for sure!

[Neville]

you just made the whole exercise worthwhile Rob .. but I must admit, I can not take all the credit .. if you ever get time, try Google the very first line for a few additional insights lay beneath the surface ......... cheers, Neville :)

[Robert Haigh]

I shall indeed google your first line, Neville. I am due to go out now, but I should find time tonight to have a read. I'll get back to you!

[Robert Haigh]

The art of gratitude. Yes, we all have cause to show gratitude for things in life, including life itself. Being a northerner, I should, perhaps have picked up on the hidden meanings here. The four basic essentials in life that we all too readily take for granted, summed up in that opening line of the poem! Thanks for the prompt!

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Reminds me of a scratched record interupting the beautiful music being played....silent unspoken truths suffocate until surrender leaving many a true mark of confession.

[Neville]

how very reassuring .. thank goodness I'm not the only one who has a confession or two to make ..