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| Image provided by Monday's Child - Illustration by Edith Storer |
What Might Well Be
In a shady spot 'neath the trees,
with a meadow nearby
I felt my hair blow in the breeze…
Ahhh…just some girls and I.
My two best friends, Bella and Jane
pretended that we were in Spain
or maybe France…
or maybe France…
where they’d find a debonair swain.
I said, “If I went far away
to England, Spain or France
I’d grand jeté in a ballet.
No prince. I wanna dance.”
My friends giggled at my folly.
Jane said, “Sarah, oh by golly!
You silly girl!
You silly girl!”
Bella said, “Isn’t this jolly?”
Then…Bella said, “I’ll be a spy
so I can save the world!”
“You can’t keep a secret, so why
be that?” Jane asked. I twirled
my boater in a pirouette.
“If she wants to, Jane, then I bet
she’ll be a spy;
she’ll be a spy,”
and then I added, “Just not yet.”
“Well, I’m gonna be royalty!”
Jane said with a flourish.
“And I’ll demand your loyalty!”
“You’re so amateurish,”
I said. I stood and curtseyed low.
“The truth is Jane, we just don’t know
what might well be;
what might well be:
but sun has set. It’s time to go.”
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Notes: Monday's Child provided a lovely prompt today of an illustration by Edith Storer. The poetic form is Trijan Refrain. I also have more poems posted today at Poetic Asides' PAD Challenge.
