Brown in the sun
of the midday born
Silken strands
of crested corn
sparks light the sky
brilliant welder's flash
jewel in disguise
jouster's winning prize.
Jack was nimble
he was quick
but he's not taking
that candlestick.
All the queen's horses
and all the queen's men
run their own courses
then run them again.
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Some powerful re-take on some old nursery rhymes.It bounces along really well. Enjoyable read
Thanks , it felt like swinging a revolution in the nursery 🙏🏻🕊️
This rework of past childhood rhyme casts a special feel to this poem as if one has been here before but can not place where or when. That surreal feel make the rhyme haunting. Lovely with the feel of a message that I remain oblivious to
Thanks Soren. I know what you mean. Layers on layers🙏🏻🕊️
A lovely feel to these reworkings of chilhood memories and favourites, lovely calming write, enjoyed the read
Many thanks PL🙏🏻🕊️
You are always welcome
🙏🏻😇
There up on a hill a parliament sat, hung on a bill....
Whoa! Wow. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
A beautiful and evocative piece of writing!!!
Thanks so much Salvia. You are much appreciated 🕊️🙏🏻
enjoyed the read, thanks for sharing
Most welcome, and thanks for dropping by and leaving word; much appreciated 🙏🏻🕊️
you are welcome
A whirl of imagery—wind, light, and myth collide. Nursery rhymes twist like strands of sunlit hair. Brief, but it lingers.
Nice one. A fine write.
beautiful description and a different take on an old nursery rhyme. enjoyed the read
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