Tangerine Betty Poem by Cheryl Jacob

Tangerine Betty
Who was blessed with a mind to behold;
Knew that she would not hold a man to her heart,
For she would dent a man’s wit.
To fool her beau,
She made a pact with the jester,
Who would teach her to fluster
When faced with a mister.
True to her pact,
She swooned to a faint,
When a stranger crossed her form.
But saving a lady in distress was not this man’s bequest.
He searched for a maid not so vain
Who’ll bore him to pain.
Enchanted he was not with the fainting sparrows
He wanted one who would spar with him.
Knowing her faint failed to gain,
Tangerine Betty struck her chin out and said,
‘I wish to see the sea and the sky become one.
I wish to cross the meandering rivers running wild,
To behold before I grow old the stallions running free;
To run the rasputian order to ground;
And to witness the coming together of all.
If you behold these things true then,
I beseech you to hold my hand.’
Tangerine Betty of the hopeful heart
Looked down to see her hand encased with the one
Who chose to cast his heart in her atlast.


February,26,2011