The Magic Thimble
Pale Sphere of Digital Fire.Behind the walls, hidden cameras.
Tweedledum and Tweedledee French-kissing right in the middle of the fight between a stepmother and a bastard daughter because the gold thread got stuck in the damaged spinning wheel.
Everyone gathered and sat at the table while a dark shadow made a solemn toast after clearing his throat. The feast was about to begin, and the nervous and alert diners thanked Him for receiving this food.
A white and hasty rabbit stops to look at the time on the stainless steel watch hanging from a silver chain to the pocket of his checked vest. And seeing the time, he says with a trembling voice: It's getting late!
(I had a vision...Springs from which healing waters gush forth on the mountain to follow a hidden path downhill until reaching the Sea.)
And...
I clumsily pricked my finger with the spinning wheel!... while weaving a quilt of dreams!
Oh NO!!...
I lost the magic thimble!!...
(The rabbit stole it!... I bet it's in his pocket!!)
Poetry by Golden Minotaur
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Written on 2025-09-02 at 10:27
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