Frog’s Tale

by Anna Ruiz

I awaken this side of eternity
notice the time is now,
and wonder what time it is
on the other side of the
Pond,
My Frog Prince,
and if you come here, I
promise I shall kiss thee,
wear thy golden crown.

I’m tired of being human
or leprechaun,
though I have walked upon
the sweet green grass of earth,
the blades are dripping red
with blood from my feet
soaking clouds in my hair
raining in
Melancholy’s air.

I have sat long enough at the minstrel’s fair,
Ye Damsel, Ye Olde Tavern,
singing in a sweet dark wine staining my lips,
already drunk in a hearty ale,
empty vessel
I am lonely and
green enough
to love these warts and all,
to jump in, ancient.