The Pied Piper - Magpie Prompt Week 83

The Snake Charmer - Henri Rousseau 1907

This week's Magpie prompt from Tess Kincaid is the image of The Snake Charmer above, and it certainly is an interesting one, so I'm really looking forward to reading other contributors HERE . 

My contribution this week is a poem called 'The Pied Piper'.

The Pied Piper

He met love one day on a bus going into town,

then later on a pair of legs ‘gorgeous they were’.

He flirted with it in a story masked by an unusual blond,

while lamenting it’s loss in his babysitter’s kiss.

Something in my voice he said dragged him in,

witch-crafted words laced in lovingness,

him watching over with eyes of one possessed,

confessing secrets in waves of tenderness.

Like the perfume maker he sought obsessed,

himself lost within the lost things,

deftly playing the pied piper’s tune,

chasing love’s lost dream in raw recklessness.

He told me once that he did care,

that dreams were things worth risking for,

that daring held some sweet gift of pride,

and fragmented pieces hover teasing to explore.

But my favourite song he did not know,

was all about the broken things,

was it within broken things that we belonged,

shattered pieces doomed to fall.

For he must have known only madness loomed,

that what he sought could not rest here,

that here was where it all must end,

buried deep, like all would-be lover’s cruel recall.