the cricket...a poetic fairytale for the kiddies

[Kim]

one fine and misty morningjust as the sun was dawning
a lady fair with auburn hair sat lonely and forlourning~
So beautiful was she in hercotten dress of white
that even in her sadness she threwoff a brillant light~
In the shadow of the woodsshe sat alone and criedtears of emptiness
and longing for a love she thoguht has died~Then came a sound so sweet
and pleasing to the ear that shedried her eyes and stood quietly
so she could hear~Somewhere in the distancenot so far away echoed the soulful
strings of a violin someone tenderly played~the music came closer but
still she could not seefrom whence the sound came from
somewhere beneath the tree?so..
She took a step closer and cocked her head to listenbut the origin of the melody
seemed to be missing~then...from the corner of her eye
she caught o movement so slightthat she turned to face it
scanning left then to the right~On the lowest branch of the tree
sitting on the fragile limbsat a small brown cricketbowing a tiny violin~
She stepped back in amazementand rubbed her coal black eyes
But the illusion wouldnt disapateno matter how she tried~
Just then the cricket stopped playingstood and from the waist deeply bowed
tipping his tiny green hat he smiledand said aloud.."Whats ammiss my lady fair
why the darkness and disparewhen i look around i see
all the beauty that surrounds me."So shocked was she at hearing
the tiny cricket speakshe sat back on the stumpslightly dizzy and a lil weak~
Again the cricket spoke to herin a voice sweet and low,
"dont you fear, dry your tears..I'll play for you then go.."
he picked up his little fiddleand tucked it under his chin
closed his eyes and raised the bowready to begin~He played soft and low and
to her disbeleifshe felt her body melther soul wracked with grief..
She cried for all thatcould not be and the things
that might have been...and sobbed awaywhile he played on the tiny violin...
Then the tempo of the music took a drastic twist with speed and grace
the cricket bowed with a rapidflick of the wrist..
She suddenly felt free and easyas well as a little giddy
Stood up and danced around to thecrickets little diddy..she laughed and spun
her hair falling about her face...Out of breath out of steam
she sat again on the stump and once more took herplace..
Her face flushed to a crimson roseher eyes sparkle and shine
and the smile apon her ruby lips appeared somewhatdevine..
When the song was over when the last notehad been played
the cricket jumped down off the limband gave a carefree wave..
as the cricket departedhe turned and spoke once more
"when ever you find yourself down hearted I'll returnwith diddys galore.."
Then he smiled, winked, and took his leave bidding afond fare thee well
she had not seen the last of him she thought as hedissappeared in the dell...
Many years rolled byin the wink of an eyethe lonely lass grew old
on the stumpo she sat and to her grandchildren thisstory she told..
Of one fine and misty dayand the cricket and how he played
when one little one asked for fungrandma why were you dismayed..?
They lady fair with greying hairsat trying to recall
could not remember what prompted the crickets visit atall
The another asked in a voice frail and thinGrandma did you ever see that cricket
again?The old woman smiled and noddedmany times she sai
he must be old said another and would surly now bedead...
Then the oldest child retortedthis is nothing more than a fable...it
really cant be sothere is no such thing as a talking cricket with a
fiddle and a bow...then somewhere in the distancenot too far away
echoed the stringsof a violin somone lovingly played...
The children looked at thier grandmother
as she ran her fingers through her hair..
she smiled..and looked to the fragile limb andreplied...
Fables have to start somewhere...!!!

written and illustrated By Kim A Moran

I want to see the cricket too!!! Enjoyed your story very much. Thanks.

[This message has been edited by Becca (edited 10 December 1999).]

[dclor]

Excellent! - Diane

[Kim]

Thanks Becca...
but i havent got this thing down showing pics yet...grrr..i get the url addy up instead of the pic...sigh

sorry

Kim

[Willy]

Hi Kim,
That was beautiful!

Peteman has the code so that pictures won't post in the Poetry Forum but on the other Forums try bracketing img like this: [img] right before the http and after the address bracket again with a backslash: [/img] and see if that calls the images up.

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Di (aka ^..^ ~ Willy)

Ah yes, poetry is for imagining not actually seeing. Thanks Peteman.

Kim, I thought of "Jiminy the Cricket."

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