A new owner. The Kingdom of Streams

An old grey bearded dwarf
was strolling right below
the wide enormous oak.
He went to his huge mine
to get until the night
small shining precious stones.

He went and something fell
on his uncoated head.
The bump had quickly risen…
The dwarf looked angry up
to see who could disturb
his thoughts about reaches.

He looked then quickly down.
There laid a fragile brown
uneven hazel flute.
The dwarf stroked the big bump
and took thing in his shaft,
to brighten dinner mute.

It was the worst gnome’s lives.
The rock didn’t yield to kirks.
He sat on the plane stone.
The forceless tired dwarf
remembered its small spoil.
He took it from a pouch.

The gnome blew in the hole
and tender touching sounds
were spreading through the mine.
A lot of small mushrooms
had grown from brown smooth
wet walls. They gave smooth shine…

                by Thea Ariss               
                16.10.2024