COIN SIDED

Curiosity killed the cat,”

“...but satisfaction brought it back.”

A Quip; a clip, a click-a-clack, 

my words go round and round alack

what is language but an act to bring our troubles up to bat?

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“A jack of trades is master none”, 

“...but better than master of one.”

Wordsmith, bardlets what have you done?

That might have come in handy some.

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Looking left and looking right they say that “great minds think alike”

“...but fools will rarely differ right?”

Okay that one’s a little trite.

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Write a picture

Paint a song

You’ll never get the colours wrong

Why, I would be beneath the moon to hear my greens were out of tune.

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Brightest day or darkest night

You say you’re more for grapefruit light.

Fickle as the winding wind

Who’ll take your soul out for a spin

But somehow when it’s time to land 

Sing “catch me, catch me” if you can.

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“And why are you so windy child?”

The day is bright, the Spring is mild.

Well, with a twinkle in my eye,

I say “Do you see yonder sky?

When I was young- well younger still, 

I met that star upon a hill.

For just a night she spoke to me 

in voices only children see. 

Each missing line I know I knew

What’s more I’d read the squiggles too

Untangling the prose aloud

of every colour

Every cloud.

Then back up to the sky she flew.

As magic stars are wont to do.

But shooting by a woodland shelf

She accidentally took some self.

Not all the self, Bard ‘fore you chalk it 

Just some I’d kept in my back pocket.

It must have swept up in the flurry

For stars fly fast when in a hurry.

And so came I a windy child

Much like those phrases you compiled

Looking for the parts unknown

Yet painting pictures of my own

But Bardlet, I’m not sad you see

for when that star took part of me

A little magic- Bard now chalk it-

landed *clack* in my back pocket.

And I hope, where e’er I go

I’ll share some of her gentle glow

For though I’m whirling as the wind,

more keen to breezing by a spin

I think I’ll make it worth my while

If I can make a person smile.

Perhaps they’ll see it in my eyes

Or paintings of them I surmise.

And one day Bard, I’ll find that star, 

long after I have travelled far.

And with a flick’ring click-a-clack

I’ll let her have her magic back.

For I won’t need it anymore.

I’ll have back what I had before.

And I’ll read every line aloud

from every colour

Every cloud.

©️~Belle Emilie Gold    27 March 2022