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January 11, 2014

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Winter Harvest Ball

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Winter red thorns,
Hardened by ice
And sharpened twice
Into needles,

Holes bored through by
Friendly beetles.
Fairies regal,
With skills ancient,

Use cloth finely
Grown by nascent
Flowers fragrant,
Sweet petals sewn.

Draped in garments
Fit for a throne,
Shoes of glass blown,
Princess dances.

Fairy ball swings.
Music entrances.
Prince advances;
Princess escapes.

Prince searches with
Friend Jackanapes,
Peering through gates,
And finds his girl.

Prince and Princess,
Wishes unfurl.
They dance and twirl,
Forever home.

Jackanapes sad:
Outside, alone.
Lets out a moan,
Then sees a sprite.

Jackanapes smiles
At pretty sight.
He treats her right.
All glad that night.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: This poem is a Pathya Vat, which I described in Taste of Winter.

22 thoughts on “Winter Harvest Ball”

  9. I like your poem Brenda. The poem below by one of my favorite deceased poets goes nicely with it, and I think you may like it 🙂

    “The Rose-Briar and The Holly-Tree”
    by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

    Love is like the wild rose-briar,
    Friendship like the holly-tree –
    The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
    But which will bloom most constantly?

    The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
    Its summer blossoms scent the air;
    Yet wait till winter comes again
    And who will call the wild-briar fair?

    Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
    And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
    That when December blights thy brow
    He may still leave the garland green.

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