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

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Of Moonlight and Thieves

photo by Mariya Mileva
If locked doors make for thieves
I will lock every door
in the world
so you will steal me away

The moon is too bright
 I can not sleep
for the Man's staring
Let the owl pluck out his eyes
so I can fly away with you
The nightingale
will tell no one
but the stars

Little fox
come raid the hen house
                                             I will be waiting for you
                                             my feathers red in the moonlight
                                             No bounty for the hunter
                                             no eggs in the morning
                                             Just the gossip and squabbling
                                             of sisters left behind
                                             whether to be sad or

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Laurie Kolp said...

Lovely job combining the two prompts. I especially like the first stanza.

Brian Miller said...

haha absolutely love that last stanza...it has a nice playfulness to it...

Fireblossom said...

Ha! Love that ending!

hedgewitch said...

This is way cool, LM--I love the photo you chose too, but mostly the locks and thieves turned sideways, and the fox in the henhouse and the sadly disappointed hens.

Kerry O'Connor said...

This made me smile with secret delight - doesn't every woman wish to be stolen away by a great passion, leaving the jealous sisters to mutter in appalled envy?

I love the picture you chose to accompany the piece.

Ella said...

I love how clever you are
Tying in so many prompts
They elusive, forbidden romance
So well done

JustRex said...

I'm more of a raccoon than a fox. I look cuddly and comical but turn your back for just a second and I'll be gone with all your goodies...

Will that do?

BB said...

Two sisters....love it.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I so enjoyed this! Especially "the nightingale will tell no one but the stars"....and, of course, the nattering sisters. Loved it!

Dave King said...

I have to agree with Laurie: the first stanza is a humdinger, but what follows does not let it down. I enjoyed this for its originality.