conjure me a lime

conjure me a lime
vanish me a granny smith
black stage, white gloved hand

beanstalk climbing to the clouds
might I borrow yonder axe?

thank you my good sir
you might want to step aside
or perhaps just run

things are soon to get quite real
no place for blue or yellow

In response to Colleen’s weekly #tanka tuesday #poetry challenge no. 91, “magic & green,” #synonymsOnly

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The Guern

Software developer by day; kilt wearing roller-skier (looking for snow) by night. A Norseman misplaced, living in the Deep South.

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