Rumplestiltskin

I am Rumplestiltskin,
spinning straw into pure gold.
A glass ball I hold,
of creation and desire.
I can grasp fire,
turn nothing into love.
Make a drama from clear skies above.
Sound out the seas,
and charm the mountains and trees.

I can roll the iron ball.
Bend the shore to wrestle Proteus.
Breathe life into clay,
spark darkness in day.
Put blood into music,
and tears into rain.

I commune with great minds,
and invisible spirits.
Make magic,
and change the flat into form.
I turn dusk into dawn,
and cast the mundane away.
I create the extraordinary,
and I live in it each day.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.