Hi! Playing catch-up after missing a couple of days. I’m posting Abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwkyz, with a nod to Big Bird, only because I am determined to finish the month having completed all the prompts and time’s a-zoomin’.
Almost every night I dream of being
Baba Yaga whose house employs two
chicken legs that spin on command
denying access to those who
favorable fortune. I never
grant their wishes—
heart’s desire can be tricky thing
it boomerangs, ricochets
kinky and confused;
love rarely plays a part in what
men want or think they want.
“No!” saves trouble.
Occasionally, not often
peculiar poets, worried children or lost dogs
regarding a modicum of aid may
sustain my interest long enough
to task them with a chore
unusually challenging and grim.
Very few survive my trials, I do
warn them my tricky
yearns for their failure. However,
zig-zag to victory? I honor the deal.
©2015 Christine Irving