The Magpie Jewler
There was a girl with dreams untold,
With heart of light, young and bold
Sing she would to the birds, and fly
With them through a lullaby.
Then one day as her song was sung,
Her song was heard and in turn undone.
Her joy and beauty had filled the sky
To be spied by a certain Magpie.
Now this Magpie was not as would seem,
Heart dark with greed for what he'd seen.
This girl to him, so delightful
Brighter, prettier than all sweet metal.
"Girl," he'd cry, "none else so sweet sings,
Live with me, sing for me and I'll give you rings,
Necklaces silver to gleam when you twirl,
Come with me and I'll give you diamonds and pearls."
So each time she sang the bird gave her a ring,
A necklace, a pearl, a beautiful thing
He loved her so and when he saw her
He called her, his sweet, his Magpie Jewler.
He loved her so and when he saw her
He called her, his sweet, his Magpie Jewler.
All was well, most fine with the Magpie
She could never starve and never die,
But as days wore to weeks and then into years
The girl found she missed the solidity of fears.
Wanting once more to share her song,
She decided to go back to where once she'd belonged.
But the Magpie's gifts now held her down,
She couldn't walk for her Jewler's crown.
Wishing to leave she begged him for goodbyes
But the Magpie, he turned and plucked out her eyes.
She sang of her sorrow and broken heart,
Slowly, carefuly, her spirit broke apart.
But inside her, all held on one hinge,
The desire, the call out for revenge.
So slowly the girl worked as she'd sing
For that loathsome bird that'd give her rings.
Though little was the Magpie to know,
That deep in that girl, a plan was to grow.
She worked away at her beautiful things,
The necklaces, bracelets, diamond filled rings.
She welded them to with her passionate heart
Full of anger and pain for that bird's part
In trapping her will and claiming her mind;
What she made was a cage of jewels combined.
She trapped him there within his cage
Of gifts he'd given her, they hadn't aged,
The metal strong and sweet - it held him fast
And the girl at last, frowned, then laughed.
"You know that I will not miss you
Though it seems what you called me once now is true."
She smiled and turned, that was last he saw her,
His sweet, his beautiful Magpie Jewler.
.oOo.
A story that I met in my head a long while ago now. It is the Magpie whose character is quite defined in my mind, the Magpie Jewler herself is rather an annomaly however. This started as a song, but the story outgrew it and now I am trying to tame it into some tangiable form. I wouldn't call it finished, I'd call it bottled and maturing.
The image used at the top is another of my own that I feel is a part of the fabrication of this tale - hence the inclusion. The paint is acrylic and there were many materials included in its making, (kitchen roll, book pages, snakeskin and grit to name a few). The canvas itself is 75cm x 1.5m roughly.
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