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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed! And couching them in Poetry is definitely NOT required.
Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.
9 comments:
This is a pun.
Much better than yesterday.
They said that magic was afoot in the land,
That children (or changelings?) would be born
With strange powers, some small, some grand!
Some will be Humans, but no longer the norm!
Magical doodads will flood MegaMall kiosks,
And potions and lotions, cure-all elixers.
Everything technological will not simply die-off.
Enchantments and rituals will prove to be fixers!
The first uses of magic will be coarse and rough.
Some enchanters needed to stroke a black cat.
Those spells that would work were mostly luck.
Yes, magic was a-foot (one-third meter, not exact).
I am working on a six-haiku series, including some internal rhyming within the 5-7-5 syllabic structure.
The first haiku covers today’s J-words, so I am posting it alone.
Imagine the narrator is slipping off his shoes in the street…
“Low-Key & Stuck”
Past the prayer kiosk
coarsely barefoot, ritually,
he enters his mosque.
~ OMK
"Betting"
At the kiosk near the mosque
he had already much money lost.
His betting was a coarse ritual
which had become habitual.
But he felt a fortune was afoot
so the bulk of his income he put
in the stakes. And this time he would not duck
winning a fortune with a stroke of good luck.
BTW,
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY, ALL.
Thanks, Sandy ~
Everybody,
DRIVE a SNAKE today!
Misty ~ Looks like your chap may frequent my guy’s same mosque! But yours stayed outside.
Good thing, as I imagine betting’s unholy.
Could it have been the IRISH Sweepstakes that came to his rescue?
He (along with us) has survived the infamous Ides of March, and now he’s landed on the lucky side of St. Paddy’s Day!
~ OMK
We don’t know, Owen, that “they” are speaking of the Land of Leprechauns exactly, but that is frequently said to be a land of magical doings. That of course would make your verse especially appropriate for today.
In any case, you give your readers a verbal treat!
Here’s to the green-wearing Little Folk! May they keep their distance!
~ OMK
Wow! Another morning beginning with the terrific challenge posed by Owen's and Ol' Man Keith's exciting verses.
Owen, you created a whole new world in your poem, a magical one both in sound and theme. Let's hope that those magic spells produced a great deal of luck.
OMK, when I first read your verses, I always think, 'oh, I guess Keith decided not to bother working in the Jumble words this morning.' That's how I began this morning. But then just to make sure, I got the list--and couldn't believe it: there they all were, along with the solution in the title. Amazing--and a delight.
I will add the 2nd haiku, so as not to leave my pilgrim hanging in the entryway.
This one doesn’t contain J-words, but it may keep the 1st from feeling lonely.
Quietly he kneels,
touches brow to floor—& in
-to his heart he feels.
~ OMK
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