Our pear tree, minus partridges.
This is for the latest limerick challenge at Mind & Life Matters, which I’m having trouble linking to (Inlinkz-wise) just now. So, go read ’em, and thanks for reading mine!
Resilience
Within every green or gravid thing,
something rests on sublime wing.
One sapient heart can never know
the pain of the taproot, or the furrow.
“When I’ve light,” says the coal-trapping girl, “I sing.”
Oh, also, I’m sorry for the “Daily Fail” link about the coal trapper (ignore all that celebrity junk in the page gutter); that’s the place I found the quote, hanging there as it is. As you can perhaps intuit, I’ve been doing research on child welfare/child labor in the 19th century, and from this, I’ve concocted a “soft” horror story. (It’s out for submission . . . wish me luck!) Also, I #amwriting something in the Steampunk vein; it’s been an education so far. How about you?
I’m ready for my close-up.
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