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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Sonnet For a Sister Toad



The crows broadcast my entrance at her gate
There is no sneaking up upon this one
Despite being unannounced, she says, “You’re late”
Her eyes are glowing like the setting sun.
We walk past gardens colorful with blooms
Jasmine flowers tiptoe toward her door
The voice of EmmyLou soon fills the rooms
A “Danny’s” coffee mug sits on the floor.
Old Emily and Poe rest on the shelves
With lace and leather, moonlight, gypsy bells
The folks within this place can be themselves
The dog knows all the secrets, never tells.
The one who lives here tends a wild flame
Her brilliance burns too hot to ever tame.



submitted for Ella's Post (Dickens inspired) at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

15 comments:

Fireblossom said...

Oh wow! This is perfect! I love it. And you ARE late lol. I love that song, too.

Ella said...

Wow, you captured so many wonderful connections to Shay! Well done~
It was fun, wasn't it! ;d

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This could be none other than the incomparable Fireblossom......love how you captured the Danny's mug, the Poe and Emily, EmmyLou and gypsy bells. And her eyes glowing like the setting sun.......great job!

Margaret said...

I guessed it at "The Crows" :)

Kerry O'Connor said...

Such an excellent description of one we love so well.. and then you threw in a sonnet, well, just because you can...

Loved it!

Kerry O'Connor said...

PS. Love the mousies at their writing desk.

Susie Clevenger said...

None other than the lovely flame Fireblossom...I too love the writing mice..so cute.

Susan said...

This is the first one I knew! and I enjoy your sonnet too, how it takes me to a richly populated place.

Fireblossom said...

Love the mousies at their writing desk too.

aprille said...

Enchanting lines.

Hart Johnson said...

Oh, nicely done. Does sound Dickensish!

Kay L. Davies said...

Well, of course, you mentioned EmmyLou, so it can only be our Shay.
K

Emma Major said...

should be a great place to visit

Shawna said...

I love, love, love your first three lines! And also these:

"With lace and leather, moonlight, gypsy bells"

"The dog knows all the secrets, never tells"

I also like your use of "tend" at the end, a nice play on words with growing "jasmine" above.

M. A. S. said...

You definitely got the spirit of Stevie Nicks.
The first line is a brilliant.