time, once upon a

A little boy and a little girl
lived in a house with a
little jelly jar that slept
high in the kitchen cupboard
under its little cardboard lid.

The little jelly jar had a
magical ability to replenish
the amber ambrosia
in its tummy.

While their mommy
made supper each evening,
and the little boy and little girl
played nearby, their daddy
would nonchalantly take
the little jelly jar
from its place in the cupboard,
remove its little cardboard lid
and have a sip of the ambrosia,
and quickly slide the jelly jar
and its little cardboard lid
back onto the shelf.

Soon, the amber ambrosia
would awaken
the sullen and unreasonable
questions and expectations
that had spent the day sleeping
in the daddy’s head,
and had the magical ability
to spring up later
in the children’s dreams
and lives.

Not all fairy tales
end happily
after, ever.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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2 Responses to time, once upon a

  1. stephanie says:

    Whew! That’s a good one.

    • riverwriter says:

      Now, isn’t it interesting that, Colin, without knowing about this poem, yesterday used a little tumbler for the ceremony, and proposes that we keep one for people’s future contributions for the season-end ceremony each year?

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