Igor the Ogre
humans spotted, Igor hides ‘neath his bridge
with watchful eyes, the bridge sees them pass
“It’s safe,” she murmurs to Igor
leaving the bridge’s safe retreat
Igor knows his foes will be heading back
“May I?” he asks the might oak
“Let my branches carry you to safety,”
the centuries-old oak responds,
“I am strong; I will not break. Let my manly arms surround you.”
torch lights borne by villagers approach again
but the oak protects Igor, swinging its arms in the wind
making it too dangerous for them to find Igor
hidden he remains in this shaky loft
caressing the oak’s arms in gratitude
until the bridge whispers, “It’s safe to return home.”
villagers' lights fade in the distance
as Igor regrets being born an ogre
with only a tree and a bridge to love
For the Fairy Tales Contest
*Personification in the tree and the bridge
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012
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