Fairytale truths

The wakened
sight of the
blind burning rigidity
into fluidity
through lucidity of mind.
A made up story
of upon a times,
the damsel,
the Princess,
the Queen and her tarts.
The owl is wise at twilight,
the flea upon a beggar,
the mouse,
he creeps,
he crawls he squeals
yet sees it all.
But alas,
his tail is a noose,
the farmers wife
got loose upon
offer of a truce.
You see,
its all a Grim type tale,
blood and guts,
deceit and glory
just another
virtual story.
Gone now is the hole,
The rabbit and Alice
Dreams have become
pixels,
Princes… Pixels
Kings… Pixels
Promises… Pixelated
fantasies,
Imaginary realities
King Ego ruling the roost
the awakened state
the new fairytale truth.

Karen Hayward ©2018
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In and out the devil’s maypole.

Just playing about with nursery rhymes and words.

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In and out the deathly shadows,
In and out the deathly shadows,
In and out the deathly shadows,
the devil is your master.

Tippy tappy tap tap, he shall take your soul,
Tippy tappy tap tap, he’ll make that fire glow,
Tippy tappy tap tap,  and pain is all you’ll know.

In and out the chilling shadows,
In and out the chilling shadows,
In and out the chilling shadows,
He shall be your master.

Tippy tappy tap tap, the pain will make you scream,
Tippy tappy tap tap, you’ll lick his fingers clean.
Tippy tappy tap tap, you’ll always know he’s been.

In and out the devil’s maypole,
In and out the devil’s maypole,
In and out the devil’s maypole,
The devil is my master.

Karen Hayward ©2016

Ladybird ladybird.

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Ladybird, ladybird
fly away home,
Your house is on
fire, your…

Go sweet thing, take heed
Flutter your wings upon the breeze.
For this curse will haunt your years,
Your life will be all fires and tears.
But alas, at the very least,
Stop calling all your children Ann,
consider binning all those pans.
Listen carefully when in the fields of man,
when fires burn you’ll be glad you ran.
Fly now my sweet rose coloured bug,
and I thank you kindly for the moments hug,
Remember keep those darlings snug,
Wrapped up tight like a bug in a rug.

Karen Hayward ©2016 (image and words)

Star light, you’ve lost the fight.

Star light, star bright,
Poor little you,
Always you fight.
Decaying away in the eternal night,
I wish you may, i wish you might,
Finally die on this starless night.
Your life is gone, you no longer live,
You give us nothing, not even a wish.