NEVER SET SAIL IN A PEA-GREEN BOAT … A ROMANCE WITH AN UNHAPPY ENDING.

The silver scissors cut her hair so she could fly away.

The owl had found his own true love.

He said good bye to the pussy-cat

And gave her a ten pound note.

Invest it wisely, but not in bonds.

She left the pea-green boat in tears.

The Golden Maiden and the Two-Timing owl

Sailed away for year and a day.

The romance couldn’t last.

He never cut his nails.

(Greeting card on card-stock with images gleaned from old masters and other  secret sources.)

Advertisements

9 thoughts on “NEVER SET SAIL IN A PEA-GREEN BOAT … A ROMANCE WITH AN UNHAPPY ENDING.

  1. Reminds me of one of my favorite poems:

    Wynken, Blynken, and Nod
    Eugene Field – 1850-1895

    Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
    Sailed off in a wooden shoe,—
    Sailed on a river of crystal light
    Into a sea of dew.
    “Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
    The old moon asked the three.
    “We have come to fish for the herring-fish
    That live in this beautiful sea;
    Nets of silver and gold have we,”
    Said Wynken,
    Blynken,
    And Nod.

    The old moon laughed and sang a song,
    As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
    And the wind that sped them all night long
    Ruffled the waves of dew;
    The little stars were the herring-fish
    That lived in the beautiful sea.
    “Now cast your nets wherever you wish,—
    Never afraid are we!”
    So cried the stars to the fishermen three,
    Wynken,
    Blynken,
    And Nod.

    All night long their nets they threw
    To the stars in the twinkling foam,—
    Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
    Bringing the fishermen home:
    ‘Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed
    As if it could not be;
    And some folk thought ’twas a dream they’d dreamed
    Of sailing that beautiful sea;
    But I shall name you the fishermen three:
    Wynken,
    Blynken,
    And Nod.

    Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
    And Nod is a little head,
    And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
    Is a wee one’s trundle-bed;
    So shut your eyes while Mother sings
    Of wonderful sights that be,
    And you shall see the beautiful things
    As you rock in the misty sea
    Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:—
    Wynken,
    Blynken,
    And Nod.

      • I regularly check the children’s book section in thrift shops for old children’s book. I found one published in 1909. Sweet illustrations and rather interesting short stories. Some quite terrifying. I think they were supposed to scare children into being good. Cheers Virginia

  2. Your post makes me want to drag out an old book of nursery rhymes from the closet. I still have my children’s books and those I bought for my grandchild.

    Virginia, I am a week behind, but happy birthday! May the next year bring magic, love, laughter and more wild flowers for your garden. Cheers and hugs to you!

    • Darling Jo Nell, You are so thoughtful. Thank you for your birthday wishes. I had a splendid birthday with my most excellent husband, and wonderful and amazing son and his wife.
      Jo Nell I find myself returning again and again to things old and familiar. Our world is facing troubled times and it helps to remember those gentler times.
      Who knew the owl-was two timing on his adorable pussy-cat! XXXOOO Virginia

    • Those owls just don’t give a hoot how many hearts they break! I made this card for a dear friend who is coping with chemo. She enjoys irreverent greeting cards. Cheers Virginia

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s