Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

Did you see the green green grass Reflected in the green-aged glass Of windows where green algae grows Slip-slimy on the side? Did you see the green green frog Hop out the gray-green covered pond And slip on mud, then slimily Climb out, prince to his bride? Didja kiss ‘im?

They sailed seeking fortunes, demanding subservience, proclaiming authority till their crops died. They died too. They sailed begging strangers for help. But saviors resented betrayal and fought them away. They sailed building houses of brick, ah victory. There, if they’d failed, the bison, wolf and man might still roam free.

Writhing vines surround the castle walls, sharp thorns on guard with readied spears; he’d best not fall while clambering here. Then daylight shines. Rainbows cascade through diamond glass. Bright pennants fly. But door of iron gray, unyielding, waits. Prince sneaks across a gap broken by age to steal a kiss.

Alone downstairs, window taped against the cold, night falling, eyes fixed to computer, the only sound is tapping keys. Then, hop… Tug my ear-lobe; what? Hope it’s not family home for food. A frog spits up at me. Spiteful, I lob it at—closed—window. Frog becomes prince, demands dinner.

Ah princeling, rising through the ranks, a soldier born to war. Ah pauper, doomed to poverty, to service evermore. Ah mystery, ever-wondering which is which. Will pauper rise, a valiant man, a Caesar, almost king? Will princeling serve or plan a vicious coup, a conquering? Et tu? Beware the Ides.

I’ll pick my path, Betrailed with dusty breadcrumbs so I’ll know which way to go. I’ll find my dream, Feasting on others’ memories and know How deep it seems. I’ll capture hope, Enwrap the witch in cage of my designing Till it dies Then live my own sweet merry way.

She wears a red hood Red to hide the blood. She fears to ride. She wears a white shirt White to show the dirt. She goes inside. She wears a brown shoe Bravely beating him. He’s brings her down. She wears a black tie Tightly wrapped around Her torment dies.

White as snow, you know, you’re not so bright. They’re going to dig a grave for you tonight And hide you deep where the apples cannot fright you. White as snow, when everyone’s asleep Will you deny one tiny kiss, he pleads The silent sad dwarf singing, Set me free.