Oh she put on her
goddess gown —
purple it was, and
black —
in order to dance for
the Equinox
at the Castle down the
track.
And she put on her crystal point —
And she put on her crystal point —
she hung it around her
neck —
to go and chant for
the Equinox
at Uki Castle, by
heck.
And she put on her
fine Spring cloak —
the sun appliquéd on
its back —
because she would feast the
Equinox
with her friends … but alas, alack!
She turned the key;
the car was dead.
She could curse and
she could hex
but it would not take
her down to Uki
to celebrate Equinox.
And brooms don’t fly
as fast as cars —
isn’t that a thing to
vex?
And so it’s quiet and
solitary here
that she keeps this Equinox.
that she keeps this Equinox.
True story! Submitted for dVerse Form For All: Ballads.
Haha! I love how at the beginning, I thought that this was set in a magical time, or in times gone by. And then you introduce the unresponsive car! I love the rhythm and the sense of fun :)
ReplyDeleteThank you! (The venue really is called The Castle — which is good for the magickal, olden-time effect. *Grin*.)
Deleteoh she should try and get a jet propulsion for her broom so that she can make it in time...smiles..charming write...putting on her fine Spring cloak —
ReplyDeletethe sun appliquéd on its back... nice...
Should get a Nimbus, I reckon.
DeleteThis is lovely - frustrating for you, I'm sure, but it made me smile.
ReplyDeleteThere are some fabulous images too.
Oh well, I decided it just wasn't meant to be. Glad you liked the poem.
Deletethe Equinox rocks.
ReplyDelete*Big smile*.
DeleteShe keeps everything at bay just for her Equinox. Great rhyming Rosemary!
ReplyDeleteHank
Thank you, Hank. It's fun to do, sometimes.
DeleteExcellent. Maybe a new broom is called for...(:o])
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Yes, I'm sure Harry Potter and Co had much faster, more up-to-date models.
Deletedont you hate it when you are all dressed up and ready to go and the car wont start...how frustrating..ha...def think i would look into a new 'broom'...smiles...
ReplyDeleteAh well, at least it resulted in a poem.
DeleteLoved your write... a well written song here!
ReplyDeleteThank you. To the tune of 'Mary Hamilton', I think. I just realised, there must have been some unconscious inspiration there.
Delete"She put not on her robes of black
nor her robes of brown
but she put on her robes of white
to ride into Glasgow town."
There's a bit of an echo, anyway.
Back in the olden days, she'd have planned for the longer trip. Think she needs a new car--forget the broom. Nice.
ReplyDeleteNow you're talking! *Grin.*
DeleteI love the story of the disappointed witch ~ Too bad on missing the dance for the equinox ~ She should have ordered online for new broom, smiles ~
ReplyDeleteWell, these things can't always be anticipated. LOL
Deletewith radiating eyes
ReplyDeleteclothing dripped in moonlight
cloaked by the sun
after her witness of
a misty full moon
she brings in the spring equinox
a time of releasing yet
a time of growth
of altered plans
of setting intentions yet
feelings of disappointement
in expectations
living within both and still
a magical castle
filled with the heart of love
StarSong
Thank you for this beautiful response!
DeleteRosemary, I love you! LOVED this poem! Made me grin.
ReplyDeleteHa, your comment makes me grin! xx
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