He wanted her to spin
Straw
Into gold.
To make the mundane
Magic
To behold.
Though the metal
Nourished
Naught,
And left only
An empty
Cot.
Where with
Better thought
He might’ve
Got,
Riches which
Could not
Be bought.
Note: A little spin on Rumpelstiltskin
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Isn’t it, eh? 🙂
Thank you for the feedback, and … yes … there are better things than gold from straw to pursue!
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If only the world realised.
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beautifull
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Toda! 🙂 I always found that story odd (and exploitative) on so many levels, while also showing the resourcefulness in times of what might seem like utter helplessness… 🙂
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