Fee Fie

Star

Fee Fie

Fee Fie Foe Fum
I smell the blood
in clock’s tocked hum.

I wish I may I wish I might
be myself
before this night.

Georgie Porgie puddin’ pie–
cross my heart–even these
will die–

Yet we, nimble, play at quick,
yet betray
our candlestick

as if it twinkled like a star
seen post-mortem
from afar.

But Time’s the old King Col(d) of all;
Time makes us roll uphill
that ball

of rock and string, of rubber band,
through slipping, sliding, shifting
sand,

and if we let the knave of tarts
steal away our
unclean hearts

then e’en before we tumble down
we’re jacking up
a broken crown.

So, let us please be quite contrary,
not shells of others’
ordinary–

and gather rosebuds, though they be thorned
about our own skins, though they’re torn–

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Drafty poem for Real Toads Open Platform.  Pic is mine, all rights reserved for it (as well as draft poem.) 

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12 Comments on “Fee Fie”

  1. Steve King Says:

    Hi Karin,
    I’ve been having trouble getting through to you and others on a new computer I set up yesterday. This is from the old one. If you see strange messages coming through, it’s from the new one.

    I enjoyed seeing these snippets of youth, innocence transformed with the darker edge of maturity and experience (and a bit of fun thrown in.)

    Stay safe in the weather down there…I guess you downstaters are due to get smacked sometime this weekend. The mountains will be beautiful, I’m sure.

    Steve K.

    • ManicDdaily Says:

      Downstater! Only part of each week! Ha. We are actually hoping for a fair amount of snow in the Catskills as there’s only been a couple of inches so far. (You can see that I am not a person in charge of shoveling.) k.

      On Wed, Jan 20, 2016 at 7:52 AM, ManicDDaily wrote:

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      • Steve King Says:

        Downstater, yes!! From where I sit, I can see the Catskill foothills by looking directly south. It’s one of the loveliest parts of the state, though…enjoy.

  2. hedgewitch Says:

    Part of us never leaves that dark nursery, where we dress our fears up so brightly in primary colors and pretend they are silly–this has a feel of innocence gone awry, imaginative naivete meeting reality, yet still knowing more than those who approach it with the purest logic. These are the rhymes that wake us up at night reaching for a candle.


  3. Though I never learned the English nursery rhymes as a kid I still connect with them… and making them sinister and dark is a great way of connecting us with what’s dark in the word. Sometimes the saddest songs are played in Major.

  4. Jim Says:

    My lines pick will be your
    “But …
    Time makes us roll uphill that ball
    of rock and string, of rubber band,
    through slipping, sliding, shifting
    sand, …”

    Life isn’t easy, gradually we tire, and finally can’t navigate that (your) hill any more. There’s so much of life’s truths there and in the other segments. Thank you.
    ..

    • Jim Says:

      All this makes me think about how fortunate we are now to have modern medicine. Most of them have lived at least some time with a mortal problem.
      I have had an AAA stent graft since 2001. Yesterday a sonogram showed it might be leaking. So at noon today I will be having some further tests. My cardiovascular M.D. Is a leader in his field, the stent grafts, at the Houston Heart Institute.
      ..

  5. Kerry O'Connor Says:

    A warm round of applause from me! I thought this was great. Hard to choose which of the rhymes i liked the most.

    Yet we, nimble, play at quick,
    yet betray
    our candlestick

    as if it twinkled like a star
    seen post-mortem
    from afar.


  6. Inventive, imaginative and fun. I loved this poem. Thanks. 🙂

    Greetings from London.


  7. It is a going through of the nursery rhymes of old. Reading them one gets the feeling they contain a lot of wisdom not readily explained before but very apparent now.

    Hank

  8. Marian Says:

    Our own skins torn, inevitably. Prescient, really.


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