Sometimes, we make our wishes on a chance
that folklore or traditions seem to work
and take that gamble using one of them
will make the longed-for wish for us come true.
We hold one side of the dried wishbone tight;
the other held by someone, wishing too.
Then silently express the wish in mind;
with intense hope, pray for the favored break.
And in a flash, that break decides our fate!
The shorter side tells us the wish is dead;
the side with, joint attached, brings utter joy-
the wish assigned to that will soon come true.
How old traditions seem to somehow last-
especially, a simple one like that!
From Roman times to Plymouth Rock, still now-
the larger piece of wishbones holds good luck!
September 10, 2022
~3rd Place~
Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 32
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Theme 4.) Broken Wishbone
Judged: 10/13/2022
Categories:
wishbones, history,
Form: Blank verse
Adamina and Everitt
Her rib it was before the Master lost the plot in evil Eden
when Bella Donna Adamina handed the fruit to her man
Deadly nightshade Everitt sensed he did not take God’s bate
‘I know my place she fights for women’s equal chances here’
Hell came first before the hedonistic pastures but the story
was fake narrative propaganda misconstrued representation
Wishbones candy apples fortune cookies when she climbed
his mountain unperturbed by twisted concubine conceptions
No blasphemous satanic verse but pages turned the roller coaster
and history of world ensued with passion’s flowers blooming large
18 March 2017
Narrative Two-liner Quintet from the Ministry of Truth
Categories:
wishbones, change,
Form: Political Verse
always stay grounded, soundly thinking of where you have been,
when life is lightning in a bottle, every last moment, momentarily
leads you to new, blue skies, arise, behind sky tops and brushes,
with death, and life, painted sometimes grey, but never should
you say, I'd rather sleep with the fish, because the songbirds will
sing, no matter how many times you find pennies in the cracks,
or cracked mirrors beneath black cat's tracks, or whilst wishing
upon starry skies, sighs, when wishbones don't sound, when you've
found leafy clovers pounded into the ground, always remember,
that even from underneath the tallest ladder, we're still able to see
the troubles of our world, curled up, like rabbit's feet, meeting us,
every day of the week, and the best way to solve your luck, find
a pot of gold, in growing old, with someone to share, your cares will
float up, up and away, sailing, Always loving, Sometimes moving,
but Never gone;
February 11, 2016
Categories:
wishbones, encouraging, life, love, meaningful,
Form: Free verse
MOTHER'S WISHBONES, NO DOUBT
All furculae with not a fragment
of dried-up flesh or sinew
to despoil their luster — the slew
of them ranging in size from
Cornish hen to turkey. Funny,
I’d never noticed her extricate
one, strip it clean, secrete it
somewhere long-forgotten.
I took possession of those bones,
pried loose some of my own
from birds broiled, barbequed,
fried; primed each, applied gold
leaf. Made more of them
than Mother could’ve ever conceived
— the gilt, over the generations
of bones brittling whole, striking
beneath the wait of wishes.
Categories:
wishbones, food, mother, mother daughter,
Form: Verse