This is not a teaser…and anyway it’s officially not Tuesday anymore.
I wrote this poem almost two years ago. It’s about the guy who um, initially inspired the *love interest* in MIND FIRE, which I had begun around the same time. Writing the poem got me excited to finish the novel, ~*mah first novel*~, so…it’s definitely not the greatest, but it is special.
The Summertime Prince
For twenty years, he’s carried that staff
selling his pretzels, with a bow, and a laugh.
Wooing young maids in his Renaissance style
light kiss on the fingers, a dazzling smile.
But mums guard your daughters the rest of the year
he’s a shape-shifting dragon, or so I do hear
Come winter, a pirate’s ship he will sail,
down to New Orleans, into port with a hail!
To tend bar for his brethren of fallen souls
writers, actors, politicians, he’ll wear all their clothes
Even a mendicant mask, he dons with a wince
he’s no stranger to it, this summertime prince.
And when the last snow melts from the gray New York skies,
“Tis time for the Festival!” home again he will fly
To wield staff anew, and break a young girl’s heart
in the deep Sterling woods, romance is his art.
Those blue eyes will settle on full ruby lips,
nothing taken for granted, curving bust, swaying hips.
And with a “Huzzah!” grasps his naïve young lass
In beautiful talons, she’s his prey, oh alas.