Poetry Monday :: Obsidian

It's two weeks and a bit since I last gave Service notification for Bloggers! When blogging an important thing to learn, is to press PUBLISH once you're done!

I need to take my own medicine.

Also this poem is sorely lacking. After several times where I was convinced that I would retain the poem I created in the wee hours of Monday morning, I now wisely keep pen and paper by my bed.
Note to self: Remember to check that the pen actually have enough ink.

This one ran dry after the first two lines. Yes I was writing in the dark so as not to wake up hubby - I've done this many times before. Normally I use a pencil, but it was broken.
Note to self: Sharpen your bedside pencil more often!

The poem was way better when I wrote it. I've tried to collect the strands, but alas ...

Poetry Monday - what's that? It is a blogging game, that Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings and I have taken over the hosting duties, mostly the supplying of the prompts - only temporarily we hope - while Diane at On the Border is taking a break for health and relaxation, travelling the world with her husband as far as we can tell.  We just hope she's going to take back over once she returns home.

The prompts now come from 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group. This is a Facebook group with a prompt for each day of the year, but no worries, the prompts will still be here and at Mimi's blog.

Today's prompt is: Obsidian

Obsidian sits on his guard,
Its eyes so black, like stone its heart.

Now Amber comes and speak its words
Like lightening I've often heard
me called, it is my due.
Now stand and let me through

Then Opal, Jade and Pearl they try
They plead, they threaten and they vie.
Our Pearl it even sheds a tear
To no avail. Obsidian just sit and stare.

They try by night, they try by night
In sunshine golden, starry light

Ruby, Beryl, and Peridot
Go on about it. On the spot
Obsidian is sitting
They almost feel like quitting

Then suddenly the humble one
Rise up, decides to join the fun.
Agate whispers in its ear
It then stands up, the way is clear.

Asked how the riddle met its end
Agate thinks a bit again:
"It is not the light nor season,
It only stands to reason."


If you think you know this ending from somewhere, you've probably enjoyed Spider Robinson's tales from Callahan's Cross-time Saloon where a similar joke plays a small part of the short story A Voice is Heard in Ramah ...

- - - - - - - - - - Coming Themes  - - - - - -

taken from the 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group.

Mar 30 The Moon Tonight
Apr 6 Passover
Apr 13 Fabulous
Apr 20 Superhero
Apr 27 Plaid
May 4 Back pack
May 11 Futuristic landscape