Telling Tales

tales be told of mermaids fair

breasts uncovered but for hair

scales of aqua on their fins

cold saline running through their veins

leviathans dwell fathoms deep

where secrets of the dark they keep

pushing back the sands of time

undiscovered serpentines

fairies ring around in glens

entrapping hearts of mortal men

elven ears there listen too

avoiding giants like me and you

and in the caverns dense and deep

trolls survive and rarely sleep

while plotting deeds to frighten kids

that speak and frolic crossing bridge

imagination, gnomes and beasts

gathered waiting for the feast

where tales are told of aliens

that walk and talk and look like men

and do the strangest deeds recalled

the tales of mankind beat them all

always searching for a ring

the precious gold that riches bring

seeing not the magic found

in simple tales above the ground

but seek the ghostly, goblins, ghouls

in fairyland we are the fools

jesters to the world of kings

acquisition, shiny things

bauble-hatted harlequins

juggling loaded bowling pins

while fairy folk look on aghast

in tales of wonder who will last

monsters, dragons keep their peace

to reclaim world when we’re deceased

when we become the tales then told

strange mortals from the days of old

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19 thoughts on “Telling Tales”

    1. Aw, Beth, I’m a bit lost at the moment. Words and brain, their own unique connection, and when they please. It matters that it matters. Thank you for reading despite my semi-absence. You, me and Cole. I think I need that. Fancy a virtual meeting somewhere? Sort the thoughts? Recalibrate? Celebrate life, despite? My thanks and kisses, missus.x

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