……
Praise the forest
and the trees, the
bubble bubble toil
and troubled seas
of want.
Praise the dragons
and the bridges, those
fiery breaths and cross
-ings of our hearts.
Praise the ending
and the start
and all the stories
gathered, growing.
Praise the spell
that bids us sleep,
keeps us still to listen
deep.
Praise the potion
that awakens us
…….to knowing.
..
Prompted by Quickly in September, day 29.
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Kiss the frogs that princes be –
Kiss the enchanted sleeping lassie –
Praise to promptress, prompter
and clever storied poetic responder!
Most of all the last one. I suppose this is for Prince Charming: we don’t need you! We’ve ordered the potion online – it’ll be here tomorrow!
Before I read any of the poem, I’d like to say that the title means that when I’m charmed, then I’m sure. Most of the time, I’m unsure. But when things go magical, I become certain.
“Praise the spell
that bids us sleep,
keeps us still to listen
deep.
Praise the potion
that awakens us
…….to knowing.”
Yup. That’s where I thought this was gonna go. 🙂 Love it! And, I agree.