Magpie #14: The Blue Willow ~♫•*¨*•.¸¸❤¸¸.•*¨*•♫The Plate Seller's Song♫•*¨*•.¸¸❤¸¸.•*¨*•♫

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~♫•*¨*•.¸¸❤¸¸.•*¨*•♫The Blue Willow ~♫•*¨*•.¸¸❤¸¸.•*¨*•♫The Plate Seller's Song♫•*¨*•.¸¸❤¸¸.•*¨*•♫

"Bye bye bye you...Bye bye you....bye
bye bye you bye bye you
you bye you bye you bye you bye...
buy buy buy my Blue Willow plates
buy buy buy my Blue Willow plates....
please? bye bye...
buy buy buy will you please bye?
buy buy buy will you please buy...?
bye bye..."

The lonely sad plate seller
her song sung like a mourning dove
the lament echoed long billowing
through those hallowed halls
and long endless alleys of town

the sound so repining for me
whinning crying I must see
whispered tales
lovers desperate leap
the sellers mission
to bring out the lookers;
to draw the crowds
to make a final sale

to purchase a plate or two
maybe two dozen? how many?
as they sold so fast
like pancakes upon
a hot tin plate

the call to all
to gather
to flock
together
our souls
like the birds of the air
at Picadilly Square
Plate Seller
Sing me another sad song!

As these plates
were not the woman's only wares
her only possession
a three pence today
a pensive thought
thrown your way
her wherewithall
her only connection
of her feet to the earth
soon to bound
bondage no more

so transitory this life
from this world and to the next
it is written on the plate
like a long lost text

upon the faith filled plate
here lies sad destiny
lovers embrace for awhile
until time; too soon; took flight

all knowing is belief in the unseen
like waiting forever always an eternity

yet the haunting song
the lone woman's call
all hope once flourished
and embellished with flowers
now dashed; gone to the mire

against the wall
one day to dream all
life as it should be
the lovers' transcendental
Willow Tree

one day one day not too far
to find true love, my love
a simple wish upon a star
upon two entwined. a turtle dove

to capture the moment
like the Willow plate
a moment in time
a moment in space

old beyond years this ancient
mother goddess seller of wares
held back our years
reformulated our templates

this prophetess and seer
was it what we thought
it should be as it was then
as it was in the beginning
and soon to be forever more

this handsome plate
what was it really
was it all about
Simply Love?

all delicately positioned almost touching
the detailed drawing real-life etching
in a neat little row; the oriental scene just so
fine porcelain dreams many millenias ago

her many fine wares
stood the test of time
reminding the potental buyer's beware
heed the lessons of time's rhythm and rhyme

all respendent all shining brand new
polished to perfection the plates! who'd be the first?
to make the transaction;
of love's permanent and unlimited collection?

"Bye bye bye you...Bye bye you....bye
bye bye you bye bye you
you bye you bye you bye you bye...
bye bye bye my Blue Willow plates
bye bye bye my Blue Willow plates....
please
buy buy buy will you please buy?
buy buy buy will you please buy...?
bye bye"

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