Fractured fables

Lance Sheridan

Grimhilde, vain busybody in a snow tale,
You morphed on impulse, blunt in self-reflection,
Put the blind on to get your apples sold:
You spun a deep sleep with goofer dust,
Gilded dwarfs all in a whirling trance,
Saved by a charming prince;
All lived happily ever, save for you- fallen malignity.

In a village, ornately dressed, silent bearded men
Bowling nine-pins in a bumbingly hollow
While Ol Rip got snookered:
Needling sleep down from dreams;
Thunderous booms, muffled musket,
Eyesight scarcely visible, he awoke gray and ramshackled.
Got crowned and cackled for pronouncing a king.

An ant, a storer of food for the cold season
Persisted while a grasshopper infinitely wrapped
Himself in merriment and song: spry green deus;
Ex laborer (did not seem deterred by this).
Winter’s filament tighter to a frozen, beggar’s death,
One exoskeleton in a bug’s morgue;
Persevered on a set course no scruple could…

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Autore: alessandria today

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