I hide behind my trellis with alarm.
The witch's dust may signify my end
and force me to admit the truth I hid -
she is is my best and truest lifelong friend.
Beneath her outer shell there beats a heart
as soft as any pink and white marshmallow,
which, once toasted to perfection by my fire,
could melt the very core of this poor fellow
who stands before you. Hapless in my shed
I while away the hours by chasing dreams
of how to pave the cobblestones with gold
to lead us to a better life. It seems
the longed for time may come upon us soon,
when both will be content to work as one,
though love, not magic, will provide the cure...
Perchance our fighting days are almost done?
To understand what is going on, it might help if you were to visit HERE first! Then you need to realise all these moments in time were sparked by Willow's Magpie Tales prompt this week. If you are still puzzled - then Gesundheit!
I am a keen follower of the ongoing saga of Ada and Caddoc. It looks like reconciliation might be at hand. That could be a pity. Conflict is the root of all good drama . . who agrees with me that it would be a pity if their story turns to mush! Caddoc tooting his saxaphone to the gentle click of Ada's knitting needles at the fireside. Give me strength!
ReplyDeleteWinning one battle is unlikely to result in an out an out victory. I have a feeling Ada will have many more skirmishes planned before she contemplates waving a white flag of truce...You forget how many years this campaign has already lasted. But you can't blame a chap for dreaming...
ReplyDeleteA short truce ... but not a reconciliation!
ReplyDeleteMadamebutterfly - I think you have the situation well and truly sussed. Small pockets of peace are made sweeter by the addition of the spicy-dicey interludes that sandwich them together!
ReplyDeleteBut the pace of the story is beginning to hot up. A very public reconciliation should ensue!
ReplyDeleteI hope the protagonists are following these comments . . .
ReplyDeleteCad, you show an unexpectedly sentimental side, bearing in mind your recipe of the previous post. I hope Mrs Trellis appreciates you -I suspect she does and is merely teasing you . . .
ReplyDeleteVivinfrance, the story does seem to be gathering momentum... Let's hope it attracts followers, too!
ReplyDeleteDr FTSE, you may see a clash of the Titons yet...or even Tritons, the right shower?! (Neat bit of advertising there for www.tritonshowers.co.uk - Let's hope they see it and send me a free sample. The thought of Beloved and I enjoying a hot shower together...Oo Er)
and Jabblog, don't all 'New Men' have a sentimental side, as well as a warlike one? I may be sentimental where my Beloved is concerned, but bloody mice are fair game for a battle, the little varmints - or vermin, depending on the dialect you're used to !!
I like your write. And thanks for your comment.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this - my favorite bit:
ReplyDelete"as soft as any pink and white marshmallow,
which, once toasted to perfection by my fire,
could melt the very core of this poor fellow"
Thanks, Faith
ReplyDeleteI was once dared to put the word marshmallow into a poem, and I can't forget the challenge...
Annell Forgive me - I didn't mean to ignore you! Thank you for visisting my shed and leaving kind words. I don't get many of those at home...
ReplyDeleteAny man who called me a pink and white marshmallow would be for it! How pukemakingly sickly sweet can you get, Cad? I bet Ada would feel just the same... Why don't you ask her?
ReplyDelete(Thinks... light blue touch paper and retire?!)
Ha, I like the idea of you getting your own back. I love watching fights, the bloodier the better.
ReplyDeleteCould I reserve a ringside seat now, please. I'm rooting for the underdog.
You write a mean Magpie, that'll learn her!
Cad,
ReplyDeleteThis is quite well-crafted. Shows good training and sensitivity to the mix between 'idea' and 'form'.
I'm impressed.
Trulyfool
ha. what a fun little game you have going back and forth here....intriguing...
ReplyDeleteI agree with Brian. It's quite a fun idea.
ReplyDeleteFriko . . . I'm not sure which one IS the underdog . . .
ReplyDeleteAn olive branch for Ada?
ReplyDeleteMartin H - I think any mention of OLIVES would have Ada accusing me of being unctuous...
ReplyDeleteAnd she'd probably whack me first with any branch I proffered, and only ask questions later.
Wow, what a great piece of writing here! That brilliant first line really pulled me in.
ReplyDeleteThis is a fantastic piece of back and forth. And the game goes on, but to whom does the next play go? And yes, I'm not sure who the underdog is here either...
ReplyDeletewhat an entertaining post and comment party! Glad I stopped by.
ReplyDeleteAnd to answer your question about "digging what? where?" her grave, at the cemetery...
Shewriting - I pray Ada doesn't get any ideas from your 'digging grave' remark. I might have to hide all my spades...
ReplyDeleteIf a very large trench, six feet deep, suddenly appears in my cabbage patch, should I be worried?