Monday 19 July 2021

THE THREE MUSES


There was an old woman tossed up in a basket
Seventeen times as high as the moon
Where she was going I couldn't but ask it
For in each hand she carried a broom.
Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I
Where are you going up so high
To brush the cobwebs off the sky.
Can I come with you. Aye, by and bye!

Image credits : Itkupilli

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6 comments:

Deann said...

I love this poem and you have done a spectacular job with it...bravo.

peggy gatto said...

How delightful!

Anne (cornucopia) said...

Gorgeous piece.

indybev said...

Thw "old woman tossed up in a basket" is a new one for me, but this is quite charming! I trust her to take care of the cobwebs!

Gillena Cox said...

Quaint, and as well, delighfull lady

Mine is HERE

HAPPY WEDNESDAY

MUCH LOVE

Michele said...

this is beautiful magic and i adore it! brava! xo