Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Three - Day 3 of the 2016 Poem A Day Challenge

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Three (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Three Blind Hippos,” “Three Muskrats,” “Three’s Company,” “Three Movies Is Too Many for The Hobbit, Peter Jackson (just saying),” and so on.

Here is a strange little poem in round. It's a bit rough, but I'll take it for now.


On the road,
on the road
an old crone sang
with a stick
in her hand,
with a crow
on her back

On her back,
on her back
the old crow cawed
with a jewel
in her eye,
with a ring
on her wing

On her wing,
on her wing
there slept a dream
with a wish
in her heart,
with a song
on her lips.

On her lips,
on her lips
there rested a kiss
with a prince
in her bed,
with a crown
on his brow.

On his brow,
on his brow
there weighed a truth
with a price
in its words,
with a curse
on his grave

On his grave,
on his grave
the old crone wept
of a love
and a girl
and a boy
and a bird

And the three
who fled
with the jewel
and a ring,
They sing
no more
No more
they sing.

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