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Swan Maiden felt joyful, she was in an enthusiastic state.
The day had started out good and then turned out great.
She had transmogrified into a swan six years or so ago.
Today she changed back into herself with a new glow.
Being a swan had taught her patience for sure.
It had given her a peek at herself more than a mirror.
She knew herself better now than she ever had before.
She glided in the water, barely turning it, heading for shore.
Her prince charming had replaced her with another.
But this was okay, because he had a dour mean mother.
She found a new guy, who loved everything about her.
He adored her lovely countenance, she was tender and pure.
The crew, thinking the Aeolian Gift was not Odysseus' alone but common property
Stole the bag, with avariced mind, curious to find, broke the seals - the winds were free
The winds in fury, unconfined, vent their wrath - the ship's were blown like chaff
Till driven they wee to Laestrygone straits - the wild Winds had their last laugh.
Great giants were the Laestrygones - they of Cyclop's ilk - perhaps ten cubits tall
They threw great boulders of stone and sank the ships - elven of them all
Like scattered beads were the corpses of men - the Laestrygones cannibal feast
While busy they were in relishing the fare - Odysseus's ship quitely slipped from the East
Odysseus and his battered crew did, doleful and weary, away from land, sail a while
With blazing sun, parched throats and hungry maws - they sighted fair Circe's Isle!
Now Circe was in beauty cast, fair in diaphanous drape, an enchantress to beware.
With welcome arms, (and welcome bed), she charmed with kingly feast and handsome dress.
But soon the welcome did turn around as the men did quaff the sweet mulled wine,
For half the men, in spells entrapped, soon transmogrified into squealing swine!
Great Zeus, from Olympian heights, sent Herme's to Circe to plead for their release
Most reluctant was the maid, but abide she did, made men again, they once more set to sea.
------ To be continued
~11 Jun 2016~
Stars sent an emissary to the planet in the form of gold.
She transmogrified into a faerie, so she could mingle.
With the wisdom of a wise woman who gets totally old.
She decided to live her life as herself, remaining single.
But alas, she fell in love with a powerful man.
He was a unicorn tamer and he had a gentle fair heart.
Staying single was not in the stars now for Pan.
Yes, this was her name; her sweet nature was an art.
The man had no idea this darling faerie was in love.
He was nice to everyone, so also to her of course.
She asked for some help from the stars far above.
They told her to have patience with this man, Old Norse.
Old Norse and Pan were well suited and had lots of fun.
They shared meals, had long talks, and had picnics at the park.
Pan invited him to dinner, and he was surprised he was the only one.
He now knew the invite was much more than a lark
When they started getting serious, Pan had to show him her home.
He was surprised when she flew him to a new planet among the stars.
They transported his unicorns, his cat, his dog, and his poem.
He had written one, in honor of Pan, who was now driving space cars.
The melody was soothingly refreshing, coming from the east.
Do you hear it? I asked the others, including an ugly wildebeest.
It’s the fern wheel, he said, acting terrified of the Zen-like tune.
He lumbered off to do some Halloween howling at the moon.
I had forgotten what a pansy wansy this dandy can be.
I looked at the rose bush and said “How pathetic is he?”
The rose bush shut her eyes and shushed me in a hot way.
She wanted to hear the fern wheel’s song over his ugly bray.
Seriously I said, is that really just a common fern wheel?
Not ordinary in any kind of way, she replied. Here is the deal.
The fern wheel was transmogrified from the good witch of the north.
I could tell you more about it, she said and so forth.
I began life as a gorilla – cumbersome and chunky.
I clunked my way into situations, abrasive and loud.
I also misrepresented and misspoke.
Rapidly became misunderstood and ostracized.
Life was not working...
So I transmogrified myself into a butterfly.
Flitting from place to place, not staying long enough for enemies.
Keeping myself safely out harm’s way
Keeping my emotions inside where they began exploding
So I blew up and had to reinvent myself....
Now I am a lively, happy mountain goat.
I butt people who annoy me.
Defriending them right and left on social media.
A warrior woman mountain goat.
Living my truth, my way.
Pleased to meet you!
Justice Will Always Prevail
Troubled minds hear ephemeral voices invoke thunder lightning and brimstone
Arms and faces lifted skyward world leaders chant prayers of promise to atone
Burning desires layered with jeweled expectations lay shattered on the ground
Memories of a dying tree adhering to roots of seeds breathing without a sound
Dramatic persuasion enshrouds fraudulent demonstration alluring deviant cults
Solemnly bemused and humiliated clown transmogrified with obnoxious results
Degenerate rulers cast spells on disheartened souls and vulnerable immigrants
Heartless transgressions on fearful innocents intensify enflamed primeval rants
Magi crying oceans of tears greatly agonized by crucifixion a visionary revealed
Wounds agape under a bloody cloth a facial expression of triumph unconcealed
Forlorn mother of a son in search of peace navigates an unforgiving killing field
Securely entrenched within is an impregnable fortress a flaming spiritual shield
Transitory moments celebrating unexplained manifestation of time everywhere
Dark matter shines behind the face of nothingness inside dynamic atmosphere
Beneath the zenith leaping ballerina enchant an ebbing tide to liberate a whale
Yesterday today and tomorrow foreshadow universal justice will always prevail
Penned: 05/2009
Aboard Cruise Liner--
Radiance Of The Seas
Giant spider playing in this warlock’s game
Crawled out of mirror and called out Lady’s name
She was askance, fearful and sick.
What kind of magic was this trick?
The spider gave her an arrogant glance
We’ve got to hurry if we’re to capture France.
Lady Shalott was a bit askance
Was that spider wearing underpants?
She followed him, for she feared him so.
They travelled down the steps to landing below.
She got her night lamp, which gave off a glow.
And headed to France, without a row.
Giant spider transmogrified that night.
Into a spaceship with a blinking light.
Captured Lady Shalott and took her away.
No one has found her to this day.
when you wanted to give me
you never said for a while
salavic eclipse per epilepsy
test of the taste then a bile
like a swing in the atmosphere's mood
scared earth passionate puke
next the sky seemed to be soothe
catharsis resetting her view
I never held back
like the waves pulling her muse
contractions of zeal moistened hard
supine sand tracing the tune
chaperoned by a virtuoso,
torrent complimenting the blue
undaunted, feigning its strokes
catharsis resetting her view
This mouth counted its syllables
tossed each subsequently
watched them dance dribbles
erected a mood in your feelings
like the wind and tiresome trees
the former a bow from the latter drew
shriek a shudder, tortured trees
catharsis resetting her view
I'll love no more,
feelings transmogrified into glue
like winter firstly to the earth draw
catharsis resetting her view.
19:10:16:14:06
*Note*: A reflection on the French form of Poetry entitled 'Ballade'. Let it not be mistaken for 'Ballad' of tragic attributions.
green elf witch was collecting pheasant feathers
in her dreams, ignoring all of autumn’s weathers
suddenly she awoke and saw at the top of her stack
a snow globe with a large bunny on its back
the cats were climbing to try and get a better look
so she transmogrified the stack, strengthening each book
what was the message? Was it from her great grandma dear?
She stretched her mind to listen, for she wanted to hear
The bunny was not there long, it soon enough would disappear.
But she knew it had been brought by her grandmother dear.
What are you trying to tell me? She asked the large book stack.
That you need to collect more feathers and an antler rack.
Green elf witch believed in signs, especially from her grandmother.
She called for some help in the form of Lance, her annoying brother.
They brought back a rack, moss, and a giant red mushroom.
You have done well! Said Gram, leaving once again, on her broom.
I sat and fiddled with the Rubik’s cube for a couple of minutes
Then I tossed it into the corner. It got a bit of a dent
My mother said something, but I did not get it out
Until Wednesday. By then it had changed
From a Rubik’s cube into a mushroom house.
Faeries and brownies were living in it.
My mother asked me about it.
She had guessed that I would want a Rubik’s cube,
Forgetting I despise all things math, even patterns.
I lied and said I could not find it.
I hid it in the corner of a closet we rarely use.
I found it three years later.
It had transmogrified into a round rubbery Rubik’s cube.
I bounced it around, watching the colorful cubes fall off.
When I put them back on, they stuck happily in the right places.
I solved it, I told my mother.
Whoever heard of a round Rubik’s cube? She asked.
Rolling her eyes.
Written 1-04-2021
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