a Poem about Fairy Tales

      "Snow White and Rose Red" *

         art by Kerry Darlington

 

The Bear Comes

 

Snuggled down not in their beds

Snow White, Rose Red and 'The Bear'

Soon they'd be sleeping, the three

 

Dreams would come, mostly pleasant

Hungry bear knocking at their door

Cold and snowy, shivering

 

So they fed him, warmed him up

Played by the fire and he stayed

Became a nightly affair

 

Widow mother, glad he came

Now a play friend for the girls

Unlocked door he'd leave by dawn

 

Years and years went by the same

Came "The Bear" every evening

Carry the girls up to bed

 

What more did they dream about

Will they cry when bear no more  **

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Carrie at the Sunday Muse, at  http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/05/sunday-muse-109.html?m=1
- Notes: 
 - - *The Bear:  "... After this, every evening at the same time the bear came, lay by the fire, and allowed the children to play with him; so they became quite fond of their curious playmate, and the door was not ever bolted in the evening until he had appeared..." Excerpt from "Snow White and Rose Red" story by Brothers Grimm (Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm), 1929,  https://www.worldoftales.com/fairy_tales/Brothers_Grimm/Grimm_fairy_stories/Snow-White_And_Rose-Red.html
 - - ** In the story the bear died, his body turned into a prince

An Art Inspired Poem

An Apple Fell

An apple fell last night
A big round juicey one
It rolled beyond the light
Where it could not be found
Rolled and rolled out of sight

Still in her robe early
Before the gardner came
Tip-toed past distant tree
Two feet more there it lie
Snatched that imp up to see

Not one bite she did take
Back in her shirt to stay *
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Sanaa Rizvi at Weekly Scribblings # 20   https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/05/weekly-scribblings-20-undoubtedly.html 
* - Note: 
 - - Sanaa wanted us to study the poems by Christina Rossetti and the artwork by her brother, Dante Gabriel Rossetti.  There I was near mesmerized by Dante's "Venus Verticordia" , a fine lady who was having a 'wardrobe malfunction.'Click here to view the list of his artwork displayed by Wikipedia.

A Country Girl Poem

This Naughty Girl

This naughty girl is not for naught 
Her toys are words learned on the farm
Amidst the cows pigs and horses
She came to town did she ever

Smallish town farmers brought their eggs
Sold the eggs and showed their daughters
Saturday night their groceries bought
Kicked the tires while girls met their friends

Sitting on sidewalk benches she 
Dropped her hankie gave boys her wink 
Didn't dare go walking with one 
When her dad's in town kicking tires 

When she had a car of her own 
She'd drive it to the town next down 
Loaded with girls they'd cruise main street 
Boys would call out she'd flash her lights 

And when she comes to town they"ll know 
Lucy farm girl was on the prowl 
A simple girl who likes the boys 
I'll Cruise Main Street not naughty girl  

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 - Poem and Photo Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020 and 2015, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with  Magaly Guerrero at Writer's Pantry # 20 for Msy 17,
https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/05/writers-pantry-20-name-by-any-other.html
 - Note: On weekend nights in my days the young would cruise Main Street, Lincoln Nebraska, boys and girls in separate cars, or mixed.  They'd flirt and sometimes mix.  Or do a little street racing, my car was hopped up and fast.  The drive-ins were popular too.  Oh yes, there was a girl, Lucy, almost every weekend night in a late model Ford, full of girls.