Well it’s definitely been long enough. Yikes. I’ve been very busy preparing for my concert, which is creeping up on me like some sort of happy rainbow tiger. That is to say, I am excited and terrified and more squee. 😀 o_o
But I didn’t want it to literally be a month in between posts, so here you go. This is one I’ve been saving up, because I am significantly proud of it. Try to imagine this with a vague hint of sassy blues, because that’s the closest thing I can thing of regarding the tune. I had a lot of fun writing from the point of view of a very overlooked fairy tale archetype, that being the brief instigator. This person shares many characteristics with the speaker in this song, so I guess I just like writing through the mischief-maker’s eyes. Call this fairy tale only slightly cracked, not quite fractured.
Without further literary babbling, I give you…
Planting the Seed
by Gabrielle G.
There are many bags within my barrow,
Ones I’m wont to share,
But for those who walk the straight and narrow,
Few will get you anywhere,
There are many wonders in my keeping,
Though some seem mundane,
But you bright-eyed planters will go reaping
Once the harvest comes again.
You who hold imagination
In your willful hearts,
Never needed me or my temptations
To assign your parts.
I’m an enabler, yes it’s true,
But I’m only helping you find you
That was plain for every common fool to see,
That harp already played itself
Before it was touched by me.
There are many seeds inside the cunning
Needing little sun
‘Till their roots and shoots go off and running,
Tangling them before they’re done,
And a bag of beans with sleeping power’s
Wasted on the meek,
But you made the trade, and now’s the hour
When you’ll take the risks you seek.
You who grasp what you desire
Might escape your fate,
But a rising stalk that plays with fire
Might find it’s too late.
I’m an enabler to the sly,
Who may perish or may reach the sky
On a heady gamble meant to win the day,
That goose was cooked before you came
And led future young lads astray.
They don’t tell the story of that Jack of all trades,
They don’t let the children know he traded his life,
Magic is a last-chance wild card that should never be played
Unless you know both sides of that double-edged knife,
Happy ever after is a dangerous game,
‘Cause that moment can never stay the same,
And when a giant tumbled out of the blue,
Jack was a only a hero ‘till they knew
Of the dead men crushed beneath that foe so carelessly slain,
I’m an enabler, through and through,
But it’s you who brought that down on you,
I bring nothing but potential in a sack,
You’re the ones who sow the seed,
And there is no going back.