I shall live badly if I do not write, and I shall write badly if I do not live.’ Francoise Sagan

Wednesday, 30 September 2020

One of the poems from my book, "Straight from the Soul": In Memory of Eve

 

We knew you as Eve

and to my young eyes

When they handed out grandmothers

I got the prize


A weaver of tales

and a spinner of yarns

Your words had me spellbound

like magical charms

 

A tale of two creatures

was a favourite of mine

So I knew it by heart 

by the time I was nine

 

A vain white rabbit 

and a dim-witted mole

Were abruptly acquainted

when she fell in his hole

 

She begged him for help 

so he prayed for her soul

Whilst her beautiful fur

slowly blackened like coal

 

Decades have passed 

since we last saw your face

But your wonderful stories

leave an indelible trace

 

To those who loved you

As dearly as me

These treasures now form

Your legacy

 

 

 Copyright © Claire-Louise Osorio, 2020


 


 

2 comments:

  1. It reminded me a little of this..
    Took some finding..(2nd link down)..

    http://faeriefae.50megs.com/who_will_help_a_fairy.htm

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  2. Hello Willie. It's lovely to know that you still follow my blog. I wonder if my grandmother based her story on this as elements of it are similar, although there was no mention of a fairy. What I remember most was her wonderful voice - she knew how to bring a story alive by using her intonation - as she described the rabbit floundering in the hole, preoccupied by the filthy state of her beautiful white fur.

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