The sky drooled and came rain.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019
What happens beyond ‘They lived happily ever after’?
Ever since Pinocchio lied to the customers 9-to-5,
under the terms of his employment contract.
Now his nose doesn’t provoke peals of laughter,
Pinocchio’s settled down and even has half a mind to wive.
Yes, Pinocchio achieved everything… but something he has lacked.
That’s why on Sundays he secretly runs away to the wood,
leans against a tree and whispers silly tall tales.
He strikes roots, he revels in blissful repose…
And with foolish raptures, like in childhood,
Pinocchio looks at two magpies with long tails
that have nestled down to gossip on his branchy nose.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2016
Crown of moss upon an oaken head,
Streaks of starlight woven in a thread.
Darkness engulfs his city of thieves,
Soon he too shall sprout blood red leaves.
Like an age old elm tree, roots he shall sprout,
Turned into a mighty tree preserved even from drought.
The Wooden King shall pay for his ghastly sins,
For in the end Karma always wins.
by OBSIDIAN VISIONARY
© All rights reserved 2015