Come, tie a fragrant wreath of roses,
and let its perfume fill our noses.
Then dance me dizzy, light the pyres
Let’s fill this graveyard with desire.
Come, wrap me in your solid grip
and ice me with your bluegreen lips,
let’s make our bed on opened graves,
Then tie me up, I’ll be your slave.
Come bury me in scent of lilies,
and jolt me with your sting of chillies,
Then cut and carve, let’s chop our fingers
and fill the night with stench that lingers.
Then turn my flesh to blooming daisies
and laugh at all delivered praises.
Cause in the end our bone and marrow
has wormed itself to food for sparrows.
Girl and Death by Edward Munch
Today Magely want’s us to write eerie nursery rhymes at toads. It was hard to keep it seemingly sweet, but I hope it smells a little sick at least.
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Love song for zombies. Deliciously creepy.
In the true spirit of ancient faerie tales.
Yikes, dark in a merry way
I just saw them smile, missing lips and all. Love the tone and the vividness of the startling affair. And I completely agree with the previous comments!
Sung by the worm, at work inside the grave. Yummy.
A romantic eerie rhyme… who’d a ever thunk?
Love the form of this that really adds to the mood of the poem…coincidence.
Ooooo, creepy!
I do think you have succeeded in writing an eerie nursery rhyme. Thinking of our bone and marrow as food for sparrows is quite a creepy thought.
I love the dark undertone!
OK that is creepy, eerie and spine tingling.. which probably means you’ve rocked the prompt!
What a great laugh this is, I really loved it Bjorn.
You hits this one right out the ball park, Bjorn. Excellent work!
Wow, you fulfilled the instructions beautifully.
Deliciously dark and enticing..! 🙂
ha massively eerie…sooooo love the rhyme.. 😀
Oh definitely sweet – sweet has a sticky side..it makes your head rush and dance and the world and the one we love becomes part of the intoxication..as is beautifully danced here..
Oh thank you, I always admire how you write about the sticky side of sweetness
Although it paints a gruesome picture, Bjorn, it’s well written. It has a great flow. 🙂 — Suzanne
This is just delightful, Bjorn–it retains that child’s sense of play throughout as it gets darker and darker, just like a traditional fairytale or nursery rhyme, the ones without a happy ending, where Hansel and Gretel are eaten by the witch, and the wolf consumes Little Red Riding Hood. Perfect take on the prompt.
Ha – once again your words dance between light and dark, finding that place beyond flesh and bones. I guess it is in the marrow that the sparrow will use to sing their songs of life.
brilliant.the rhyme the verve the strike in the marrow.great read.
It really does have a great flow, Bjorn. And I like how this is eerie because it is true… we all must seize the day, and, if we don’t, that’s what’s truly scary…
I love the amusing rhythm and rhyme….and those closing lines are wonderfully creepy!
I see them cavorting on the graves with bodies deteriorating and senses intact.
Oh you hit the mark Bjorn wth this eerie nursery rhyme…simply delicious with the stench of delight on that sticky side!
Love the sensual and sweet sweet mixed with the darkness here — makes it palatable. Thanks for sharing.
Your poem stinks in such a good way. I smile. I love the creepy rhyme. You’re good at this Bjorn.
interesting effect, some kind of grotesque…. , and in picture – too.
Just love your way with rhyme here…really carries the reader and your closing is perfectly morbid! 🙂 Well done, Bjorn!
I suppose, in the end, we all feed the sparrows. This has a jolly romp feel to it – albeit eerie, and rather zombie-esque.
There was a clever surprise shift towards the end. That did an eerie somersault
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Creepy, yes but in a sing songy sort of way. A rather ghoulish way of words,
Elizabeth
Very creepy and eerie :). Reminds me of the Belle and Sebastian Song “Sukie in the Graveyard”
Sex, gore and rock n roll! Lol! It sounds like a gory orgy Bjorn!
Then cut and carve, let’s chop our fingers
and fill the night with stench that lingers
The idea of an eerie nursery rhyme very much evident with lots of untoward consequences on the being. One has to be alert with a fight-back to stay alive!
Hank
Well, a dark ditty about how we all end up as sparrow food…Love it!
Filling a graveyard with desire sounds like an onerous task!