Category: poetry

Limerick 57

The young swan was ridden with shame,

And his cruel mother’s words were to blame:

“You’re big and you’re dumb,

And that’s all you’ll become!”

And in time, that’s all he became.

–Photo by me

Omen

I dreamed of a big black bird

Hovering o’er the trees,

And when I woke, I wondered

If it had been an omen,

For long ago I’d heard

That a big black bird in dreams

Means one’s about to blunder–

Especially with a woman.

It’s true: I’d made a date

With a woman I’d just met

But I swear on my life

That it went against my heart,

And yet it’s not too late

To call it all off yet–

For I promised my late wife

That till death do us part.

–Photo by me