Written for: The Twiglets #266 - small gods
Large in stature
small in mind,
he thought himself
Leprechauns are small
gods that lead you
to a pot of gold.
studies brother's face
kind and protective of her
he is her small god.
God, she's becoming ever smaller
The invisible woman they call her.
Put under a curse
guess it could have been worse
She and locket fit in pocket; I adore her.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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Always fun reads. We humans have to have some kind of explaination for things don’t we?
The limerick reminds me of Thumblina…
‘Thumbelina is about a tiny girl and her adventures with marriage-minded toads, moles, and cockchafers. She successfully avoids their intentions before falling in love with a flower-fairy prince just her size.’
Oh, thanks for that memory!
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