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Hello again, and A Cautionary (Fairy) Tale

First in a while, lads and lassies. A little doggerel jotted down at the beginning of 2020 just before COVID and lockdown, and the cancelled year that it was. Not being much of a swordsman, I only have my pen. My keyboard is my shield! A Leap of the Imagination He was a frog  She should have known She'd kissed a few Called them her own With weasel words And sidelong glance He spied her out And took his chance And oh! they say That love is blind This princeling frog Romanced her mind Beholder's eye No truth it knows She failed to spot The Emp-ror's clothes He was a frog And not a prince She should have known And known long since That princes few Would cross her road With warts revealed He was a toad!
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Bookends

A beginning and an end, a pair of bookends bracketing a literary relationship. The middle is to follow...plus illustrations. Morning After Pill You lay, as if in state, an effigy That sleeps on beds of marmoreal black In our cathedral towns.  But you Fresh-made from alabaster, pale on pale. Your sleeping face had lost all trace of care Your lower lip, like some exotic fruit Hung round and full.  My breast By serpent’s forked tongue already pierced The bitter nectar staining reddening lips. Cathy Dalton 2019 Measure for Measure ‘Come dance with me' she asked of him, and he Matched step for step with graceful symmetry A courtly dance of great intricacy They danced at midnight’s glimmer, noonday’s glow Twirled in the half-light of the twilit zone That borders day and dreaming lands unknown He dance without his lady while she slept And followed blindly while she steadfast kept Her dreaming watch; the minstrel left...
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