Mind Bird

Poem By Alok Kumar Patnaik

August is coming
and the goose, I'm afraid,
is getting fat.
There have been
no golden eggs for some months now.
Straw has fallen well below market price
despite my frantic spinning
and the sedge is,
as you rightly point out,

I can't imagine how the pea
got under your mattress. I apologize
humbly. The chambermaid has, of course,
been sacked. As has the frog footman.
I understand that, during my recent fact-finding tour of the
Golden River,
despite your nightly unavailing efforts,
he remained obstinately

I hope that the Three Wishes granted by the General
will go some way towards redressing
this unfortunate recent sequence of events.
The fall in output from the shoe-factory, for example:
no one could have foreseen the work-to-rule
by the National Union of Elves. Not to mention the fact
that the court has been fast asleep
for the last six and a half years.

The matter of the poisoned apple has been taken up
by the Board of Trade: I think I can assure you
the incident will not be

I can quite understand, in the circumstances,
your reluctance to let down
your golden tresses. However
I feel I must point out
that the weather isn't getting any better
and I already have a nasty chill
from waiting at the base
of the White Tower. You must see
the absurdity of the
Some of the courtiers are beginning to talk,
not to mention the humble villagers.
It's been three weeks now, and not even
a word.

a cold, black wind
howls through our empty palace.
Dead leaves litter the bedchamber;
the mirror on the wall hasn't said a thing
since you left. I can only ask,
bearing all this in mind,
that you think again,

let down your hair,


Comments about Mind Bird

superb and fantastic poem penned
This poem is just delightful. Sent me back to the 'olden days, ' but also made me sit up and think. I usually try to be more specific in my comments on poems, but this one is just simply delightful. (By the way, I tried to give it a high rating and an enthusiastic 'like, ' but PH won't let me do that: page is unavailable, it keeps telling me.)
Great lovely tongue in chhek which other commentors have failed to see. However I enjoyed this romp through fairy land and the not so Grimm ending. Thanks for a great read. Still chuckling. BB
Spinny humour fairy tale twists, into the modern collective reasoned appeals, in apparently a depressed market; a nice read and an interesting poem, that would be better served and introduced with a better title. A cleverly written piece which seems to beg a better arrangement, and a little more effort to raise it to a potential level, a good fairy tale twist deserves due to magical childhood memories.
Satirical and yet still whimsical.

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