San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly

Vicky Marler

Bangles, Baubles, and Bells

Bangles, Baubles, and Bells
Across the green meadow lies a well
It reflects pretty faces from faraway places
But their names I am not allowed to tell.

Bangles, Baubles and Bells
A suitor rides straight to the well
His wishes are few, just a maiden or two
He hopes to bring back to the dell.

Bangles, Baubles, and Bells
The suitor leans over the well
The reflections he sees
And gives kisses in threes
And flips over and sinks slowly to hell.

Bangles, Baubles, and Bells
The well is but a dark ancient spell
Those reflections of faces are nothing but traces
Of the dreams of past suitors who fell.