Pure

A fairytale rewritten

While sitting on the shore of the quiet peaceful rill
She observed the lightsome play of the dragonflies
A spiral of turquoise interlaced with cerulean


A gust of wind ended their flapping, fluttering swirl
Off they go to new adventurous heights in the skies
She imagines they won't cease their frivolous romance

Suddenly she gets startled by an ominous, thunderous sound
The beech trees are raising their branches in a silent protest
As the soil exploded into an outburst of fungus and dirt

Smeared with mud, she's aimlessly crawling around
Her heart is anxiously pounding in her chest
When the creature revealed itself, threatening and again absurd

A huge brownish green frog looked her in the eyes
Trying to catch her with flippers stretched as claws
While opening its wide, moist mouth, it says: 'Miss'

Could you please help me out of my unfortunate disguise
I need a slight touch of your tender lips on my jaws
Break my excruciating spell, please release the prince with your kiss'

She images castles and crowns, a life of splendor and gold
If she saves the prince they would write her a eulogy
'My prince, I'll redeem you from being miserable and blue'

She bowed over and kissed the frog on its lips, slimy and cold
But the frog stayed a frog, green, disgusting and repulsive ugly
With a roaring laughter,  it disappeared while loudly screaming: 'Got You!'

© Daginne Aignend

 

 

Splintered Heart

© Daginne Aignend

 

Target

A reliable hard worker, punctual and committed,

as loyal as a golden retriever

He came into the firm fifty years ago,

a lot changed since then

Words as computers, cell phones or emails

weren't even invented

He adjusted into every new situation, compliant

 

Only one thing fulfilled him with

a wholehearted disgust

 

TARGETS!!!

 

He used giving his client an honest advice,

how to invest and increase their savings

Now, he has to sell them

unnecessary insurances and

lead them into the dangerous

insecurity of the stock exchange

An embroiled financial jungle

 

The day of his retirement arrives

He looks forward spending some time

with the wife and visit his grandchildren

To enjoy the little things in life again

 

His wife found his lifeless body

in his favorite armchair.

In the end, the 'de-stress factor'

grimly 'targeted' him.

 

Mirum est Aqua

You're a water rat, a real Rakali

That's how my dad used to call me
My little mermaid, quick as a waterfall

One day, I went to the forest lake at Mount Vertany
Seeing the butterflies playing tag, a multicolor motley
The sweet scent of berries, want to taste them all

Wild Jasmine and Honeysuckle exhale their perfume
I almost expect a little hobbit to appear behind the old oak tree
Harvesting all those delicious products of nature the forest yields

So peaceful, as in a magical  fairytale, I presume
Why do I still feel something ominous is approaching me
Observed by hidden eyes, crawling through the fields

The rippling wavelets have a soothing hypnotic glare
What is that, moving under the tranquil surface
God help me! PANIC!!, something is pulling me under

I CAN'T BREATHE, wrestling to get out of here
Silver blond hair, a supernatural beautiful race
A gorgeous woman with a fish tail, a wonder

Burning lungs, blackened view, I'm going to die
A gasp for air ... I'm breathing ... breathing under water!
Astounded of those enchanting, aesthetic senses

As the platinum lady whispers, please don't decry
You don't have to worry, you really don't need to bother
I just want to show you your ancestral inheritance

When I returned at my safe little cottage in the hamlet
I was overwhelmed by melancholy of what I saw out there
A feeling of consolation, peacefulness, devoid of fear

That night it was late when I finally went to bed
Whilst combing my moist long silver blonde hair
I smiled when I discovered the tiny little gills behind my ears

© Daginne Aignend