by Unknown
Oct 2013 420 Views 3 comments
Legs weaker than wings
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He had persuaded her to walk
The silent wooded path
Where mushrooms grew and merigolds
Were blooming in the grass.
Magic lingered in the air
A couple seldom seen
A human boy, a fairy girl
Their laughter sweet and keen.
Unusual friends, it might appear
He tall, she small and slender
His footsteps sure and earthy typed
Her movements light and tender.
They reached the fallen tree trunk
He climbed the wood with ease
Then turned around to help her
His smile an open tease.
No way she'd take the offer
That went against her pride
Instead she planned to show him
She could take it in one stride.
Oh dear, what great disaster
Off balanced by a twig
She landed on her bottom
He laughed himself half sick.
The fairy stuck her tongue out
Then with humour quick and dry
She answered with her sweetest smile:
"And next time we shall fly..."
(August 2004)
He had persuaded her to walk
The silent wooded path
Where mushrooms grew and merigolds
Were blooming in the grass.
Magic lingered in the air
A couple seldom seen
A human boy, a fairy girl
Their laughter sweet and keen.
Unusual friends, it might appear
He tall, she small and slender
His footsteps sure and earthy typed
Her movements light and tender.
They reached the fallen tree trunk
He climbed the wood with ease
Then turned around to help her
His smile an open tease.
No way she'd take the offer
That went against her pride
Instead she planned to show him
She could take it in one stride.
Oh dear, what great disaster
Off balanced by a twig
She landed on her bottom
He laughed himself half sick.
The fairy stuck her tongue out
Then with humour quick and dry
She answered with her sweetest smile:
"And next time we shall fly..."
(August 2004)
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
Another poem I wrote inspired by a painting from Marcel Lorange. I stared at it for quite a while, trying to figure what could have happened, and then the poem just sort of started to write itself o.O ^_^What happened additionally though apart from the picture and its story, is that I think I ended letting thoughts of myself flow into this, which relate more to the overall male/female theme. The story to me has turned out to be just as much about the differences, and how male and female each have their own 'fortes', and how this should be handled with smiles and loving teasing to create the magic :)
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Comments (3)
Good to express yourself like this
a single artist(painter.
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