Sis, do you know ... that old oak tree ...
Shhh, hear this: that tree is a captured prince,
sending love letters to you and me,
on autumn leaves carried by the breeze!
A prince? Oh no, he looks so grim!
Are you sure he is a prince? Tell me, Sis!
Of course he's a prince! Hug him,
go on now, go, go! Give him a hug!
And then I shall hug him too ...
and he may be pleased!
But Sis, let us first read these letters on leaves!
Perhaps he has written some words to release
our prince so sweet from his autumn tree ...
By our soft kisses he may be set free!
Author notes
I simply LOVED this picture ... And it is TRUE ... the tree is a Prince WINK I do not write fiction ... GRIN
In a list
A contest entry
- Quickie ~ Pic Prompt by Riamh.
450 points, ended August 26, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Prince Leif? I'm so sorry, I couldn't help myself. Yes, the tree is a prince and the big yellow street sweepers that rumbled through our neighborhood were dragons and you could never let them see you. Under the manhole covers were cavernous worlds populated by Underlings that only venture into our world at night.
The world is still full of magic -- as is your writing. Congrats on an excellent write.
Garrison
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I find the photo delightful too and I do believe the tree is indeed a prince. All things are possible to them that believe
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You're a sweetheart. And probably correct...or at least, I totally buy it..
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That is simply wonderful! I loved it. Best of luck in the contest.
Be well,
Slayer
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