Tight-toothed fiend, gives rise to grief
And switches not, ever its riff
I wish that I could squash its dream
And replace it with new motif
Or at best, its wickedness wean
Gives rise to grief, tight-toothed fiend
I’d give it wings, just like a bee
And show it Spring to set it free,
The way of kings—millions of things
Or like a sparrow to some degree
Fill its heartstrings with magic things
Just like a bee, I’d give it wings
Copyright ©️ selmamartin 2025
Note: the fiend of our times is depression that’s engrieving our young generation—on a steady rise worldwide. Wouldn’t it be something if we could abolish it once and for all? In this piece I imagine myself changing its trajectory by giving it wings—of a bee or a sparrow—and thus showing that fiend a new way of bee-ing. A new purpose. I hope you enjoyed my first Sparrowlet poem.
Written for dVerse’s MTB: The Sparrow as Starlet Prompt hosted and posted by Laura Bloomsbury
Thanks so much for introducing me to this new form, Laura 🙇🏻♀️…
[Mr Linky closes Saturday 3 p.m. EST]
“I feel a fit o’ them curst Blue Devils coming across me again” ~ sad words stenciled in the featured image from Openverse.
Thank you all for reading me today.
- The Fiend of Our Times - February 7, 2025
- synchronize & crystallize me, she did - February 6, 2025
- Loaded - February 5, 2025
this gave me wings Selma – thank you for joining and setting the Sparrowlet free of that fiend of wnter blues
p.s. sometimes that black stuckness is a pause on the crossroads and more helpful than a manic rush around which the young with their iPhones are addicted to
Oh golly. Thanks Laura. Really wonderful prompt. I’ll be writing more sparrowlets now I know.
¿Wings… fly, fly, fly high against the sky So high I almost touch the sky Thank you, thank you Thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings. (The Midler song just imploded in my head after reading your comment) Bless you. Please be well.
Depression is a fiend Selma !
This is brilliant, love it .