Azulene

YARROW FAIRY
Her name was Azulene

  as her eyes were the bluest of blue
Some said she soon be Queen
 while others spat things

  that weren’t at all, at all, true,

“She’s the Devil’s plaything”
they whispered, then shouted
from their grey-green narrow doors
“It’s all because of her bright ideas”,

they expleted,
“We’ll forever be pitted
in sanguinary wars!

She’s trying to supplant Queen Nina
Did you see the lady’s mantle that she wore
as she rode the early stage coach
with General Tauhnic beside her
right up to Noble Yarrauh’s door.

It’s embroidered with a thousand leaves
and has piles and piles of divine pearls sewn on,

Unlike the emperor’s new clothes
the children do see this
extraordinary cloth.

Well, one knows all this fashion’ll do is amuse ‘cause,

as it is bestowed by Noble Yarrauh
she will become a meal for him

just another small pocket to go in
I’ll say, “Tut tut, black soot ‘n apples.”

I’s more irritated as she caused
Prince Hederich
to suffer an awful nose bleed
and many of our relations
scalds and burns
from boiling water that was heaved

from a cauldron over the parapet;
this bath serving as a solution
to pour upon those

shouting and banging at her door
for an impromtu lynching.

Well now it appears she hems in her rages
beneath an umbrella of tiny white flowers
holding them demurely, like a thousand seals
at her heart, while I believe
she brews up an apparition of female troubles.

Yes, she cast an incantation
to ensure seven years of love
We saw her sprinkle old man’s pepper
in a circle by the Ragweed
upon a golden ground.

We saw her through the oculus,
 in a pasture, with her dog, Daisy at her skirt
She wore a large ring with a white arrow
 probably to bring
forth a child’s birth

Now the men do goggle at her
bloom’in June right to September
looking all hot and bothered
warm and sweating,
about their collars.

 “Come now!”, called Knight Milfoil
entering the center of the gathering crowd,
“Surely this talk is just jealous fevers
Lower the pressure, relax
Get some rest, break it up
Give all at least 24 hours.

But still they continued pouring forth
each their own peculiar
thoughts and accusations

driving all up to a feverish pitch
When really, all was just speculation.

Anna Steasiah should’ve been chosen
on that fair mid-summer day,
when the dew was drying in the early morning sun
She should’ve been the chosen one
by Prince Hederich to become first lady.

But then there came Milly Foyin,
repelling as an ornery gargoyle
she the reason for the
brute operation

that brought a cauldron of water to boil.

Gordaldo & Gordoloba piped in
with their own two cents
in a chorus they snidely chimed together,
“She also strong smelling,
with lips bitter tasting,
nothing more than a thrombotic wench.

Prince Hederich felt like he died a bit then
when he caught wind of

these prattling incriminations,
“I should tie these fools together
with the toughest of leather
for their outrageous vicious fabrications”.

Yes it’s true I suffered a nose bleed
and over 85 of our relations,
are caught within pocket wars,
but this has nothing to do with a lady’s incantaion
(or my own private personal relations)
of this your can rest, assured.

He pushed his way within the heat of them all
despite the fact
the news had previously stopped him cold
with the hope that this fever would soon break up
once his thoughts and feelings to the crowd were told.

Yes, it’s true that Anna Steasiah
should’ve been chosen
on that fair mid-summer day
when the dew was drying,

but listen now, I’m not lying
you’ll see,

in the end
all will be much better
this other way.

Till then all will be intense until I
plan a way out of these pocket wars;

Meanwhile, do go back in time

remember how fine

our lives were
when we lived out our
ideas of a man’s true role.

Do keep the peace,

build strong bridges
though the truth can really ache
repel vicious rumours
don’t be rash or

behave like sore losers
please, for our dear

Queen Nina’s sake.

In then came Noble Yarrow
wrapped in emotions
that visibly ebbed and flowed
as he expressed what was upon his mind
while trying to be kind
to bring all this commotion to a close.

Do please lower the blood pressure,
arrest this hemorrhaging,
circulate amongst yourself
some pain relief,
make not a scape-goat of
dear Azulene.

Stop shouting bull at her,
Tell me, what’s the matter
with you all, especially
you two carpenter’s, you’re crass!

Rinse all thoughts from your minds
that are terribly unkind
They are causing many
to feel aghast.

 Azulene only begged for reconsideration
concerning our relations
in regard to the new borderlines planned.

She’s not trying to supplant Queen Nina
they’re best of friends, you see
and she’s much too dear
within her heart to do that.

This situation has become too volatile
and though I know it’s good for you and I

to expel a bit of gas now and then

Let us do clear the air
No more contribute here

to the effluvium
Let us go home.

This unexpected bit of humour
opened the door to laughter
which then had a soothing effect
So they began to trickle home
and from thereon
kept the peace

for Queen Nina’s sake.

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Caesar's Recommendation

There is a story

   of the Stinging Nettle

that may or may not
   make you chuckle.

sO listen now,

  for here I go

It could be fun

  (you never know!)

In the days of England,
  Ancient Olde

When the Romans landed
  It is told

That,

  Because of their skirts
and very short breeches

  made for the sun,
sand and the beaches

That this exposed their legs

   to England’s cold damp air

They began to freeze
  much to their despair

But,

Quick-witted Caesar
   gave the recommendation
to rub their legs
  for the hot sensation

With handfuls of Nettles
loaded with prickles and pins
to rub them, yes, vigorously,
  upon their shins.

Now, who would’ve thought
  that this idea from Caesar

Would make their legs burn

  like a regular heater!

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Willowy Wickopy

FIREWEED FAIRY

Who would’ve thought

such a match could be made,

…the Wickopy boy

with the daughter

of the Primrose Family.

Herb, whose father must toil

from morning to night

courting a girl whose family

owns practically everything

in sight.

Yet we saw them one evening,

riding horseback

over hill and dale,

Sally rode side-saddle,

by the stream

along Deerhorn trail.

They then veered off to follow

the new wilderness road

into the woodlands,

that are now being heavily logged.

The loggers heard Herb yell “Fire’em up!”

Let’s see what these fillies can do,

I’ll race you to the top, Sal…

You owe me dessert if you lose!...

“…One sweet as nectar, my honey,

but, if I lose by chance,

I promise I’ll make you laugh

by doing a bunny dance.”

Bloomin’ all summer long,

they returned

to play these games

alternating between them

which one would win.

Heedless of others

and all that they thought

whether they rubbed them

the wrong way, they cared

not,

As they were smitten,

waterproofed, insulated

within their love pod

as if carried by the wind

spiraling high above.

It left one wondering

how the father

hadn’t a clue,

but when the news hit,

Oh, how he put on a show!

“Pile ‘o warts!” he shouted,

“He’s as good as fodder.

How dare he nibble

at the skirt

of my only dear daughter!

This he sees ‘cause he’s so green…

as the cat’s meow

Shoot! I’ll root

this problem out,

no more

will he come to call!

Men’s brains…

oh, how
they do stir up trouble

how dare he choose her,

he makes my blood boil!

You’d think he’d have courted

Emma Tique instead,

brought his affections

to all altitudes

for them to wed.

But no, rumour has it,

it is him who piles his fever

upon my daughter,

This woeful joining

I adamantly vow to alter.

I’ll pull all ties to those  
I know who can help
from the Soviet Union, North America
and all across Europe.

Boy, I’ll make a cure,

I’ll burn and sweep all over this land.

I’ll spin into the scene,

five of my briskest kin

They’ll help in finishing it…

all this fluff and stuff

doggon’it, I call Queen Charlott

we’ll undo all

that’s been cloaked

and spun.

Had I only gotten wind of this sooner

before it went from a molehill to a mountain

before it germinated and spread

outta hand like a wildfire.

I’da pounded the root

right to the fiber

I’da split the stem open
dipped ‘im in oil

this leather-faced chap

glutinous

for my sweet daughter

would’ve learned quickly

that he aught to choose another

He hasn’t the inner pith

worthy of her hand

in marriage

With the land swelling

with so many others

he ought to extract

one of them instead!

Now though the girl’s father did bulge

so tightly with hot indignation

that we thought he might burst

Well, he had no power in the end

As Willowy Wickopy
and Tall Slender Sally

bound their love together quite tightly

and so then finally

all stood side by side

tall, and erect

as Sally’s father gave her away

to be bound in marriage

Yet all the while
one could see his teeth
grinding minutely
still, he did not refute them

His demeanor did soften somewhat

during the father/daughter dance

as she slowly spiraled around

like a vision of one floating on air

in her dress of  layer upon layer
of fine silk gossamer veils

with a pattern of blossoms

fully opened at the bottom
that changed as they spiralled

up and around the dress
getting smaller and closing up

until they became ribbon buds

fastened at the shoulders on top

This is the end of the story

though a strange one it might be,

I’ll tell you another one day

over a cup of tea!

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Prickly Puzzle

 THISTLE FAIRY

I’ve a puzzle to propose to you

about the Scottish, with a little hint, too,

in that the answer involves the Danes;
So if you please do kindly listen,

Why do you suppose

from some of the flowers
that Scotland could choose
for their emblem,

amongst some others, like

Daisies, Buttercups, Forget-Me-Knots,

Lilies, Poppies, Teasel, Phlox,

Fleabane, Bloodroot, Pussy Toes,

Harebells, Blues Bells, and Yarrow,

Blue-eyed Mary, Bouncing Bet,

Indian Pipe, Bride’s Bonnet,

Arrowhead, Fever Few, Lizard Tail,

Black-Eyed Susie, Solomon’s Seal,

Camas, Water Cress, Snow-on-the-Mountain,

Ox-eye Daisy, Pokeweed, Trillium,

Pearly Everlasting, Morning Glory…

Again, so now what could be the story

that would prompt Scotland
to choose from all the flowers without a prickle,

the Cirsium vulgare, (in other words),

the Speary Thistle?

(I will tell you!…)

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Walk Softly

LICHEN FAIRY

Walk softly upon the earth

when in the forest you go

for that to which you may tread upon

can take thousands of years to grow

I’m speaking of the lichen

that is brittle when it sleeps

waiting for the waters

as it slowly grows and creeps

in shallow soil

sun-baked rocks

along a decayed wood

on tree branches, also bark

found all across the world

in hues of green, red, orange and yellow

and also that of black

It’s really two plants

growing together as one

each providing

what the other lacks...

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Choice on the Platter

Allow me to introduce myself,

I’m Lucien Mouces

and I’ve something’ to say

about those Buck horns

try’in to court my sister today;

I know I shouldn’t have done it,

but I read her diary, Ha!

and I’d rather suck a seed

than become related to any one

of those gummy sticky
mess o’ fellas.

I ain’t kidd’n yah,

The choice on the platter

would reduce a bull eating

(He’d never get fatter)

Every one o’them’s

like the root of a toothache,

I’d pulverize ‘em

if given a chance.
They’d need more than a

primitive bandaide

to stem the flowing

from one ocean to the other

from my twisting of their

goose tongues, rib warts, and other

Devil’s shoe strings

to prevent and cure their affection

and itch for my little sister

 (oh, did I mention?)

You see, Phyllis is my little sister,

my one and only kin,

Blond as Indian Wheat

tender as the first new leaves of Spring

‘Ere, my little upshine!

Back to her I’ll go

If and when she needs me

to guide and protect her so,

Ever since our father died

as he lumbered through a region

within the bowels of our mountain, Nelly

to draw forth a felon;

40 years within the ground he lay

(I’m loathe to re-live the pain)

before the mountains of debris

from an avalanche
could be removed

to reveal his remains.

I’ve felt responsible

(Now, aren’t I the rightest?)

to kill the worms, well,

at least the politest

would be to reduce the fever

of John Dice, Luke or Rhea’s

affection and itch

for my little sister.

Then there’s Aleric’s Kin,

goes by the name of Raja,

He’s real lax at his work

a pain-in-the… butt and,

I’m certain him or I’d

plan to go “fisty-cuffs”

sooner or later

(He’d better keep his cool,

or I reckon I’ll itch to

knock him first off the platter.)

Ah, Music clears the head,

Art is right in us,

I should partake of some

to allow this inflamed rage

to diminish, and,

I’ll think of my friend, Herb,

He’s a good soldier,

He wouldn’t allow his feelings

to ignite through a prolonged smoulder.

And Yes, there is Phyllis to consider

and her feelings on the whole matter,

Yet, I can’t help but wonder

how I might tip the lot
off of the platter.

I’ve got it, Herb’s cousin,

in fact goes by the name Shawn,

He’s a kind and gentle bloke

surely worthy and perhaps
able to win my sister’s affection.

Do please excuse me

I’ve no time to lose,

and some important planning

to do before I introduce

a match surely made in heaven

well, with a little help from me,

The truth will become
apparent in the end
Just you wait, and see!

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Doc's Prediction

Many long hours

did they float

   upon undulating waters,

to and fro

oscillating with the waves

 upon the sea

as they were heaved

further and further

from the scene 

where earlier that day

they gambled and lost

a battle, so now

sat all sorts

of sailors

slowly swirling

upon debris

truly an eerie sight to see.

Captain Richer of Oran

should have heeded the call

of Nick Curly Doc,

Seer from ancient Gaul,

but he had felt the man simply

to be “a strange gent”

so pushed on with these words,

“It’s vital men,
that we heave ho, set sail
to the day I’ve committed,
I’m anti to the score

as Nick has predicted
I’ll wage all that we have up against it

I’ll not heed this ancient dire etiquette,

It’s eruptive! Do cease all this running to Nick,
Quell the itch, and the swelling
Delve deeper, and if

below the rust, mold and the ink stains,
you reveal a truth that is quite plain
beyond on this dark speculation
then perhaps it may ring warm to my heart
and I’ll give consideration
to altering the date that we depart
with much gladness, for the morrow
following the one I have marked,

‘Til then know that all dire prediction
is to me like a de-tonic to the entire system,
and no matter how elephant enticing

it has been spun,
it more than slightly lacks the sound

of credibility rung

Not only that

it smells of old cheese
that needs more than a lemon

to make it palatable to please
even my first mate, Cal

who won’t uptake any of it
So, how can you expect me

to swallow even the slightest bit?

A syrup or honey, might
help a tickle or cough,

but nothing would sweeten

any part of this, so from hereon…


I’ll not be deterred by this gent’s
Yellow-bellied attitude,
You can call me coarse-ribbed

mad or rude,
Slight me to heat me to the color of  red, Nah!
It’s all the more likely that instead,
I’ll call you blue

either way we’ll push off,
through snow, rain or frost.

And So they departed

on that fateful day
still all fell victim

as predicted,

beginning with a gale
that suddenly erupted

The main mast tilted
while emitting low groans
and as it pushed over
there came different tones
somewhat like a sour scream
before the telling crack

in this nightmarish dream
that sent all to go running
as the ship sharply pitched
forward, then backward

the captain’s eye twitched

as his body was heaved
into a string puppet like dance
as he lost his sea legs

along with his balance.

All men on the main deck
were now called to arms
to pull up the ropes and
all of the chains
to right what they could
of these dire antics

from the storm that now raged
utterly manic.

The men frantically hoisted
up the foresail

to steer the ship’s bow
toward the oncoming gale
They pulled up the slack
within all of the frappings
to bind the ship’s planks
together quite tightly
along with a hope and a wish
and a prayer
that all would hold steady,
straight up, and secure.

The men who were caught
on the deck down below
worked hard with tight grips
upon the oars, so
their circular efforts

pulled with all their strength

would bring the ship to shore

length by length.

But alas, a freak wave

topping all of the rest

rose up like a dragon
and then it did crest
over and above them
to come crashing down

with a terrible force
that did pound
an exacting toll
most awful, and
most dreadful!

It set the ship rolling
to twist and to turn

all the while loosening
the ropes and the chains
Then came a creaking

a flexing of planks
weakening, causing leaking
so then the sailor’s hearts sank

along with their hope
for the accompanying screeches
signalled the integrity of the hull
had been breached, and
as all began to come flying apart

the captain shouted over the din,

“Abandon Ship!”

All sailors leaped over
erratically
to then come swimming back
for a bit of debris

to clamber upon

and to keep afloat

for fear of being lost
with nothing to grope

beneath these seething
frothing waves
to be lost forever
in a watery grave

Or perhaps if the tales
be true
to be gathered
within the arms
of a mermaid, too.

A splash of sea water
washed their faces
bringing them back

to the reality
of this place
where
for many long hours
they did float
hand in hand

upon their make-shift boats
facing each other

to keep up moral
and as they rode opposite
they talked ‘til nightfall
‘til one sighted a ship
by the light of its mast
which made all cheer then
for their rescue
at last!

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