HC12: Frog

Frog swamp mist green eyes

As my sister before me, I went down to the pond;
The gypsy predicted my true love would be found
Around slippery stones and silvery fish
And he would awaken from my sweet virgin kiss.
These men had been cursed by witches of old
To exist as mere frogs in the muck and the cold
Until the time a pure maiden such as I
Unsealed their fate with a touch and a sigh.
I chose a small, unassuming green toad
Whose gaze followed me as I paced to and fro;
He seemed to be the one meant for me,
So I touched my lips to his skin gingerly.
At once he changed from creature to man,
But then not a thing went according to plan:
Instead of a noble or a knight strong and brave,
This was a demon come up from the grave,
A green-eyed evil one to steal my heart,
His visage handsome, his soul burning dark.
Now we’re bound forever, this monster and me;
I mourn every night when no one can see.

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Image from Pixabay. Poetry form is rhyming couplets (multiple). Written for Tourmaline’s Halloween Challenge.

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8 responses to “HC12: Frog

  1. Spellbinding and heartwarming piece. Nice works, Paula, as always 🙂

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  2. How well you’ve told this dramatic tale.

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  3. Great poem Paula and that should teach you not to kiss any more frogs.

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