Wedding Bird Blues
Why didn’t they send Phaedrina to do this?
She can turn into a spider and hide
when the guests file in, but no miss,
they sent me disguised as a bird. My hide’s
at risk, not my bro’s who’s shoving dishes
at my beak demanding poison sniffing
precision that’s possible in wishes
but not when a beak’s doing the sniffing.
Either this bird’s nose is broken or some
other beast should’ve been selected, a blood
hound maybe. “Did you find poison? More crumbs?”
hazarded my vexed twin. I pecked, drew blood.
He backed off, hands raised to check the wedding.
I resumed my systematic shredding.
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“Oh my God, mom’s–she’s putting the smack down
on a monster with lots of tentacles,”
cried my brother before he bolted down
the hall to witness said spectacle.
I left the cake half-tested and winged o’er
to see mom, goddess of fate, in dragon
skin encased. Her black talons hovered o’er
the misbehaving serpent. No blood drawn
yet but that glint in mom’s infernal eye
boded ill for the father of the bride.
Mum’s pride and joy (the groom) stood idly by.
While in white lipped horror watched his blue bride.
Would mummy eviscerate the serpent?
Perhaps his misgivings he’d cease to vent.
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No ichor sprayed the huddled wedding guests.
Mom sheathed her talons; the sea monster
retreated to a pond, his anger had wrest
control away keeping him a monster
in a shredded suit. Mom glared at his back.
Her jaws closed around me. My body itched.
Her magic receded; she stroked my back
with a black human hand, but she’d not ditched
my feathers; her magic held my bird shape.
I pricked her white silk gown, no rip. Her will
trumped mine. “Cause another war and they’ll gape
at the punishment,” mom said. I sat still.
I didn’t want her adding any more years
to my sentence, and she would, that was clear.
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Like vignette-style poems? I’ve got lots on my Tales of Shayari page or my Poetic Fantasy page.
You can read more vignette-style poems (sonnets) featuring Fay, (the goddess of Fate), her numerous offspring and their inevitable shenanigans in: Lady Red vs Fate’s Queen and Peacock Spy & Peacock to the Rescue.
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Prompt courtesy of Magpie Tales #295 and the Daily Post’s Unexpected Guests.
Very dramatic and really got my heart racing. So a vignette is the same as a sonnet?
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no a vignette is a short story. A sonnet is, well, a sonnet. Someone commented that I write vignette style sonnets and I liked the appellation.
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Got it! They are like story poems, so to speak!
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Yes I looked up vignettes after someone commented about that and found that that’s what my poems are
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🙂
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Thanks for your comment 🙂
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thoroughly creative and poetic…these are fantastic, Melinda…
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Thanks, they provide plenty of mayhem for me to record. This is not even the tiniest crumb of their shenanigans.
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You are welcome…I do not doubt that for a second:D
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I think with a mom like that you better be careful.. excellent use of rhymes and meter. 🙂
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Thank you, she’s quite a lady though she has many good qualities too (her kids like to point out her more fearsome ones though because they take pride in them)
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