The Fate Peddler
by Karen Hecht Springer
Thursday, April 23, 2015
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The Fate Peddler
By: Karen Hecht Springer
April 23, 2015
She heard the wagon’s wheels roar
Peddler trading all his wares
Knocking, knocking on her door
With his remedies and cares
When he got no answer
Back down the road he went
His horse a dainty dancer
And, she, not having spent
The time to meet
Saw the butterfly that followed him
Rainbow wings a sunlit prism
In the eagerness of pursuit
It knows not where it goes
She turns away, reties her boot
Wondering what it knows
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|Reviewed by Peter Paton
Sometimes the peddler is peddling false goods, so it is wise to know the difference.
That only comes with experience and intuition, and not a little observation.
|Reviewed by Diana Wiles
|So enigmatic...and strangely beautiful....
|Reviewed by jude forese
|a poem that keeps one wondering|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|A dynamic encounter, and so lovely!
|Reviewed by Connie Faust
|I'm not quite sure what it all means, but it's an intriguing and well-written poem!
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|I think I got the metaphor or the allegory in this intriguing bit of poetry. Kudos.
|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|Thought provoking, indeed!
|Reviewed by Michael Schafer
|I'll bet that peddler was selling Avon.
|Reviewed by Jeff Mason
|She missed it! Opportunity of a lifetime. Don't you hate it when that happens. She needed a new pepper mill anyway and, since she didn't answer the door quickly enough, now she has to eat the whole grounds, since she has no pepper mill that functions, to grind up the peppercorns. Just sayin'. ;-)|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|An interesting and intriguing write which, to me, has symbolism. Your verses awaken the thought process. Thank you for sharing, Karen. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Interesting to say the least is this mystery-laced poetry, Karen. First we wonder why she didn't let the peddler show her his wares (Oh my, that could be taken another way.) Then she becomes engrossed with the butterfly who was following the peddler, wondering what the peddler had that attracted the butterfly.|