I won’t fawn over youAs I sit juggling our expense books --
That egg was laid a long time ago
And hatched dirty and yellow, rotten.
Now I find etchings in the margins of our lives --
Coffee stains and report cards,
Slivers of blue that sparkle with hope
In the eyes of our only child.
I cannot tell her the dream I had,
So I pluck feathers from the nests of eagles
And hot-glue them to her pelt,
Dreaming of werewolves navigating the sun.
This week's three cue words from 3WW (three-word wednesdays) are fawn, juggle, and navigate. I hope you've enjoyed my little tale, a little different from Little Red Riding Hood, but maybe not, maybe this was the denouement, in modern times. Click on the link to 3WW to see more examples of prose and poetry inspired by these three words. Most are by real poets. Thanks for visiting!