…..
The goose is cooked, as we
have grown tired of waiting
for the gold. We split
her in two, but inside
we only found a string
of things we dare not say.
We shall use what’s left
of the breadcrumbs
to stuff her full again,
as all trails toward hope
have gone cold,
and damp and gray.
As the last of the wishing
stars faded, all we wanted was
a few more pages and
a little laughter, broken
with the dawn.
It’s time to bid hello to
the nevers,
and new lands.
And adieu to ever,
………………..after.
…
Prompted by Quickly in September, day 30.
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Yes:
“all trails toward hope
have gone cold,
and damp and gray”
No good-byes… just fare-thee-wells,
to farmers and wives in mountains and dells…
Use the En-trails to forecast fine tomorrows.
Bid hello to the nevers and new lands. I like that, De.
I love the part Shawna mentioned and this;
“the last of the wishing
stars faded”
I see now…you had a fairy-tale theme!! I enjoyed reading you with Q this month, de!!
♥
Very creative. The poor goose, having to bear all those hopes.
This poem actually reminds me of a missing girl case in our area – I was just reading her mother’s blog – and well, she’s not missing anymore – they found the body, just not the killer yet. Anyway, that loss of hope – the hello to the nevers – this really struck a chord.
Oh, my heart. Now praying for this family.