Curious Keeper of the Bottle
- davidcarew19
- Apr 25, 2022
- 1 min read
Updated: Oct 7, 2024
"Three?", the Keeper asked,
Hands curling around the burnt copper bottle.
"Yes"
The pause was long, lingering.
Jinni was curious, "What do you wish for, Keeper?"
The sands glowed.
The wind was cinnamon.
Finally,
"To be enough. I wish that."
Jinni shrank into his smoke and vapors,
Thought
"You still have three"
© 2019 Abigail Juenger. All rights reserved.
These words are from my beloved daughter, Abigail, in whom I am well pleased.
5 - 7 - 5 But Not Haiku
I am curious
Said the keeper of bottle
However yellow
Limerick-ed Instead:
There was a Curious Keeper of bottle
Whose neck was a terrible wattle
I am not at all old
He asserted out bold,
And I am never not one to be coddled.
The Curious Keeper of bottle
Had a nasty and terrible hobble
His limp was so sad; his progress so tenuous bad
That he fell on his back and the copper was cracked
And his bottle was damaged and mottled.
These words are from me, yours truly, in whom I am only occasionally pleased.
The "curious keeper stuff" was occasioned by my recent birthday, which "party" had a theme of quoting (writing down) my oft-repeated sayings and "Papa Lectures"-- old guys are fond of repeating themselves and I began that practice long before I became old at all. Somehow quoting me morphed into multiple portrayals of a "curious keeper" of a burnt copper bottle— such is what happens among creative people trying to be creative on demand: things morph and flow a bit...