Elm and Ivy - With White Wolf
Budgie managed to get me to write again, I am very grateful to him for providing me with the first stanza, he's a wonderful friend :)
***
Elm stood regally and rigid.
Ivy looked up in awe
and said, a little timid:
“Ahhhh, to be so big,
close to the Sun”
Elm nodded with a focused gaze,
he was, to be fair, somewhat amazed,
and thought to himself:
“What harm could it do
to allow this slight
little weed to wrap
around me, gain my sight?”
She looked so sweet and small,
he was so strong and tall
Ivy snug a little closer
and in a tight embrace
clung for dear life to his twigs,
wound her lithe limbs
'round his leaves,
entangled him with lovely sprigs.
Elm liked that sweet intrusion.
It tickled him in many ways:
"A little higher now, my dear,
just an inch more, yes here."
Ivy flexed her fingers, green
and poisonous, Elm didn't see
through her ambition
from his high position.
"Oh Elm, I'm almost near your head.
Oh Elm, show me your eyes,
I will caress your delicious neck
with my small leaves?"
Ivy wound 'round him in strong embrace,
and before long his breathing ceased.
Then Ivy eased, for from her high up
vantage point, she became queen
could see so far she'd never seen.
And only then she lost her grip...
When Elm broke and crashed
Ivy realised she only ruled
a Kingdom of soil and dust.
***
September 3, 2017
Copyright © White Wolf and Darren White
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