Image: Wikipedia
She hated looking for a needle in a haystack
Mysteries made mush of her brain
Clarity was key, it was always key
To winning and wounding her heart
She could rock to the blues man playing the sax
Jazz made her cringe
Rhythms and notes, aimless and tangled
Randomly written in code
Goddess of the marsh, she was drawn to the river bank
Where the black swan never failed to amaze
Reminding her of lullabies and nursery rhymes
Swaying in her head like a metronome
She longed for the days of simple and sweet
Of tic tac toe and Superman capes
Begging to stay outside in the snow
Sun bleached hair, summer dreams
And she hated looking for a needle in a haystack
Mysteries made mush of her brain
Clarity was key, it was always key
To winning and wounding her heart
Claudia at dVerse Poet’s Pub gave us a grab bag full of characters and the freedom to “go a bit fairy tale or fantasy”. My eclectic mix included the following: needle in a haystack, blues man playing the saxophone, black swan , metronome, Superman, a Greek goddess.
mishunderstood 