Bird’s Nest Soup

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(Image by Parke-Harrison)

 

My love requires bird’s nest soup,
She thinks it better than the rest.
The quack prescribed it for her croup.

It’s not a soup found in the west;
I’ll need to shoeless, climb and stoop.
My love requires bird’s nest soup.

I scrape and bow at her behest;
She won’t have chicken, from the coop.
The quack prescribed it for her croup.

Some things sure put me to the test;
I jump when e’er she holds the hoop.
My love requires bird’s nest soup.

Arsenic, she might ingest,
If introduced into the goop.
(The quack prescribed it for her croup.)

Of course, you realize, I jest—
(Unless I added lemon zest).
They’d find it, if they checked her poop.
My love requires bird’s nest soup.

Kat Mortensen©2012

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Villanelle for Isadora Duncan

Isadora

Isadora wore a silken scarf of white;
Wound round her neck, it was the dancer’s way.
“Affectations can be dangerous.”—Too right! *

With each movement free, the scarf took flight,
As she walked along the streets of Paris, gay.
Isadora wore a silken scarf of white.

It elongated her body to great height;
Her poses were dramatic, night or day.
“Affectations can be dangerous.”—Too right!

She couldn’t see the tragic end in sight,
As they drove off in the Amilcar to play.
Isadora wore a silken scarf of white.

The scarf caught in the wheel and pulled her tight;
Spun in the spoke and axle, so they say.
“Affectations can be dangerous.”—Too right!

So sad, for this pedagogue, born “Gray”,
Her life, still young at 50, ripped away.
Isadora wore a silken scarf of white
“Affectations can be dangerous.”—Too right!

Kat Mortensen©2011

Bird’s Nest Soup

Bird’s Nest Soup (an aside)

My love requires bird’s nest soup,
She thinks it better than the rest.
The quack prescribed it for her croup.

It’s not a soup found in the west;
I’ll need to shoeless, climb and stoop.
My love requires bird’s nest soup.

I scrape and bow at her behest;
She won’t have chicken, from the coop.
The quack prescribed it for her croup.

Some things sure put me to the test;
I jump when e’er she holds the hoop.
My love requires bird’s nest soup.

Arsenic, she might ingest,
If introduced into the goop.
(The quack prescribed it for her croup.)

Of course, you realize, I jest—
(Unless I added lemon zest).
They’d find it, if they checked her poop.
My love requires bird’s nest soup.

Kat Mortensen©2012 Protected by Copyscape DMCA Takedown Notice Checker

Image by Parke-Harrison

The above image was the prompt this week at The Mag.  Please visit the link to find other takes on this quirky offering.  Thank you!

Creative Tuesday with Mr. Toast – “scarf”: a new villanelle

 

VILLANELLE FOR ISADORA DUNCAN

Isadora wore a silken scarf of  white;
Wound round her neck, it was the dancer’s way.
“Affectations can be dangerous” —too right! *

With each movement free, the scarf took flight,
As she walked along the streets of Paris, gay.
Isadora wore a silken scarf of white.

It  elongated her body to great height;
Her poses so dramatic, night or day.
“Affectations can be dangerous”—too right!

She couldn’t see the tragic end in sight,
As they drove off in the Amilcar to play.
Isadora wore a silken scarf  of white.

The scarf caught in the wheel and pulled her tight—
Spun in the spoke and axle, so they say.
“Affectations can be dangerous”– too right!

Sadly, for this pedagogue, born “Gray”
Her life, still young at 50, ripped away.
Isadora wore a silken scarf of white
“Affectations can be dangerous”—too right!

Kat Mortensen©2011 Protected by Copyscape DMCA Takedown Notice Checker

*Attributed to Gertrude Stein
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Theme Thursday: “bottle” (a villanelle)

Spin the Bottle

 

Roped in to Spin the Bottle’s not the best,

Your heart is in your throat as round it goes;

Some fun to put one’s mettle to the test!

 

You might find some are smoother than the rest,

Who, in a closet, won’t step on your toes;

Roped in to Spin the Bottle’s not the best.

 

Though others may just  take it all in jest,

To play the biggest tricks on peer-group foes;

Some fun to put one’s mettle to the test!

 

If luck’s not on your side you might divest,

And add to your embarrassed teenage woes;

Roped in to Spin the Bottle’s not the best.

 

There’s always those who’ll try to grab your chest,

In every group there’s bound to be some schmoes;

Some fun to put one’s mettle to the test!

 

Rarely there’ll be a prize and not a pest,

Someone you’d welcome into passion’s throes;

Roped in to Spin the Bottle’s not the best.

Some fun to put one’s mettle to the test!

 

Kat Mortensen©2010 
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Theme Thursday: Suitcase (a Villanelle*)

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Packed

My suitcase is already done,
I’m packed up if I need to go,
The time I’ve spent here has been fun.

As a child, I’d wildly run,
On my cheeks the breeze would blow.
My suitcase is already done.

In my youth, I yearly won,
Treasured trophies for to show.
The time I’ve spent here has been fun.

Tempts of life I’ve tried to shun;
Still the ale and wine did flow.
My suitcase is already done.

Out of shadows shines the sun,
That sinks into the evening’s glow.
The time I’ve spent here has been fun.

Stay! My story’s just begun–
When the Master knocks, I’ll know.
My suitcase is already done.
The time I’ve spent here has been fun.

Kathleen Mortensen©2009

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*Villanelle

Oh! And how could I forget (Mouse’s photo jogged my memory) Ginger Takes A Trip a poem I wrote 2 years ago based on a true incident that occurred nearby.