Day 361 – Sunday Night


Sunday Night

Day 361

The Frog and the Golden Ball by Robert Graves

She let her golden ball fall down the well
And begged a cold frog to retrieve it;
For which she kissed his ugly, gaping mouth –
Indeed, he could scarce believe it.

And seeing him transformed to his princely shape,
Who had been by hags enchanted,
She knew she could never love another man
Nor by any fate be daunted.

But what would her royal father and mother say?
They had promised her in marriage
To a cousin whose wide kingdom marched with theirs,
Who rode in a jeweled carriage.

‘Our plight, dear heart, would appear past human hope
To all except you and me: to all
Who have never swum as a frog in a dark well
Or have lost a golden ball.’

‘What then shall we do now?’ she asked her lover.
He kissed her again, and said:
‘Is magic of love less powerful at your Court
Than at this green well-head?’

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6 thoughts on “Day 361 – Sunday Night

  1. Excellent composition!
    Bowling would be a great thing to do in a sunday, they usually are pretty boring and there is nothjing interesting to do, so I’ll consider doing it today 🙂

    • I was sitting, bored, while my son was doing one of his two days of league bowling (he is a bowling freak) and thought to myself that I really needed to get my shot for the day. I turned around and ta da! Look what presented itself!

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