The soothsayer paused, not wanting to say / I was a princess,
watching, and on edge because / once upon a time
people demanded proof / there was magic
no more razzle dazzle now / now I live
like Sleeping Beauty / on the streets
awakened with a kiss / and hoping to score
a bit of bliss, if not happily ever after / just one good dream, till tomorrow
This poem is in response to Secret Keeper’s Writing Challenge. The prompt words were
I wrote a cleave poem. The left side is one poem, the right side is another poem, and both sides read together form a third poem.
I love this one! Such a clever form, and so clever to get it right 🙂
Thank you very much indeed, Jane! 🙂
Makes me want to give it a spin 🙂
And I was just thinking I haven’t written a pantoum in a while! 🙂
Well, we both know what we’ll be doing tomorrow 🙂
I wish–but probably not tomorrow. Then again, we’ll see. 😉
All you need is an hour or so of perfect silence with no interruptions. Okay. Maybe it is a tall order.
I like the art …. and I recall you doing this before. Hope all is well in the City of Brotherly Love.
No art here–unless you you mean the art of poetry. 🙂 But thank you, Frank.
I was just thinking about you yesterday. Isn’t that a strange coincidence? Hope all is well with you.
Gotta love synchronicity … and yes, the art of poetry. 🙂
The way you created two separate poems which became three, really amazed me, once again. You are quite capable and talented at this, Merril. ❤
I would like "to score just one good dream" and hope it will come true.
Thanks so much, Robin. I appreciate your kind words of praise!
In my head, I think she might have been doing a different type of scoring.
But I certainly wish good dreams for you!
Well, in high school a different “score” may have caused me to “blush!”
And I am not talking about football. . . 😉
Haha. I’m not going there. 😉
Wow! What a poem! Incredible piece. So very cleverly written.
Thank you so much, Shaun!
Thanks for introducing this cleave poem to me! Seems complicated, but you nailed it. I loved the fairytale meets reality feel.
Thank you, Rose. Every once and awhile I get these two images in my head, and it comes out in a cleave poem. 🙂