The Merman's Gift

She pressed a colored shell
Against her ear And heard
It whispering: Elizabeth.

Then, before her eyes,
The sky turned liquid green,
And swaying trees withdrew
In blurry forms;
Corals and sand dollars
Became scentless flowers.

Seaweed ribbons drifted
Cloud-like in the breezy
Currents that swirled about
Her lacy pinafore—
By which a merman pulled
Her into the deep.

The Naughty Step

The afternoon was wearing on
and Josh began to brood;
his parents learned not to engage
when he was in that mood.

He threw a truck and kicked some blocks.
When no one said a word,
dejected, then he turned around,
as mother overheard

his muttering and scolding, while
he pointed to the stair--
then promptly plopped himself right down,
concluding, with a glare.

So, when his self-appointed time
had quickly come to close;
he spoke some other garbled sounds,
and from the step arose.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

In Search of a Kiss

Upon his coal-black steed, he wandered through the land,
Along the streams, still masked by morning’s breath of white,
Through meadows, patched with green and smudged in amber hues,
Deep forests, with vague shadows framed in filtered light.

He passed through ancient towns surrounded by stone walls,
Saw castle turrets waving banners in farewell.
He was in search of someone who had worked her charm--
His only quest, to find the one who’d cast the spell.

The streamlet in the valley sang its babbling songs.
When noontime came, he sought to take a well earned rest,
But when he saw a maiden sitting near a tree--
He quietly approached her with his bold request:

“Oh maiden, I’ve been on the search, from morn till eve,
To find a face, by magic etched upon my mind,
And now--I see you’re lovely as my fondest dream--
Your kiss will still love’s woes and put my cares behind.”

“My dearest Sir, I’ve waited for you here so long,
Though, never doubting that you would, someday, appear.
I’ll give your lips my sweetest kiss, and you will feel
a gentle pressure there, forever, year by year.”

Karen Kelsay

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Abbie, Across the Sea

Across the sea! Across the sea!
An English garden grows,
With violets and daffodils,
'round little Abbie-rose.

In coldest winter we arrive,
The bleakest time of year.
Each tiny bud is fast asleep,
But not our Abbie dear.

She's bright and happy, and her face
Is blooming, full of smiles.
She grows up sweeter every year--
She’s worth the countless miles.

Across the sea! Across the sea!
December clouds above;
We're off to greet our Abbie-rose,
That little girl we love.

Mother's Prayer

You rocked me when I was a babe
And kept me from all harm;
Now, may our Father cradle you
In His protective arm.

How often you have held my hand
And taught me what was right--
May Father take you on His path,
Toward eternal light.

And mother, as your soothing voice
Would help my heart to mend--
May Father comfort you each day
And bless you to all end.
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