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Fri, 31 Jul 2009
The Blind Girl and the King, A wonderful Fairy tale from Seligor's Castle.|
| The King and the
By a fountain
in a garden there's a throne without a king
although roses scent the air there are no birds to
for all the birds have flown away to
search for hidden treasure.
A blind girl
wanders on the lawn, barefoot for her pleasure;
she feels the
daisies with her toes, the buttercups and
she hears the crystal fountains sing
- ancient hymns and
tears softly fall from her curtained eyes
her crown of golden curls her lips release soft
"The birds, the birds,"
aloud, "the birds
have stolen the King
- the flowers mute, the
roses deaf, the fountain only,
Against the empty throne she
leans, pensive, full of woe
til o'er her wilting
head, unseen, there arcs a pale rainbow
debouching strands of entwined colour that fall
before her feet,
down the rainbow's length, scores of birds that
chirp and tweet,
feathers all of tinted hues their beaks all full of
and from their throats spring
forth true songs full of fairie
cloud of coloured wings, crimson, gold and silver,
and tourmaline and frosted mint of
they lift the gold-haired maid aloft
and fly towards the river.
There, upon a
swan-winged boat the king lays strangely
and on the mossy, bullrushed banks
small animals are weeping.
The blind girl
touched his care-lined face, she touched his
she lay her body next to his and
gently kissed his fingertips.
rainbow-coloured swans swam before
the King's death-boat
and bore it through the
evening skies - but to what cosmic bourne they
swam, none can claim to be that
Perhaps the birds might have a clue
but they have also vanished.
Where poetry and
magic meet bare truth must sometimes
By a fountain in a garden there's
a throne without a king
and although roses scent
the air there are no birds to sing
for all the
birds have flown away to search for hidden
Of Mystery there is no end, it has no
root or measure.
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