TESS KINCAID
Has anybody seen little Tess Kincaid,
just a moment ago
napping in down?
Floating on a feather,
awake or asleep,
dreaming with a cadence
to start her jig.
Did she arise yet
from her cradle of exploration?
She nimbly floated
through the branches
of a willow tree,
which beckoned her to notice
what lies beyond,
arranged its leaves
in a flirtatious halo,
placed a crown of hope
around her virtuous brow.
Running down a fork in the road,
she carries a gold frame
hoping to someday fill it
as a movie star
on the cover of Modern Screen,
a cherub floating through autumn heaven,
or a hostess with the mostess
at Sleeping Beauty's ball,
always falling in love
with Edward Scissorhands,
stirring his cup of tea.
Here comes the Pied Piper,
enticing poets far and near,
children of all ages,
following her refrain.
Come out, come out
wherever you are!
You may hide,
we will seek.
Where is little Tess Kincaid?
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Glad to be a follower of all the magpie prompts...makes me think..thanks Willow!!
