~ Dobby Poems ~

(Part 6: Cloves and Cherry Slices)

{Disclaimer: All original characters belong to JKR A/N: special thanks to hazeldragon}

He lustily pined for,

Her gold buttons,

Since his Luna dream,

Was never finished,

Filled it was with,

Brasses, and silver tonics,

Pink ribbons and cherry slices,

Dear elf Dobby,

Withdrew a moment,

To reinvent his dream . . .

The train caught onto,

A wispy strand of-

A something . . .

A soft melody, drifted into the

Freight car then . . .

But the elf could not,

Come to terms with,

The glorious, meandering sound of-

Twisting mirth-filled beauty . . .

For these splendiferous,

Strings and joyous,

Measures of spices-

Which the fright had

Become caught beneath,

Was now a crown of-

Bright cascading hair,

And a night's song-

Which Luna,

Lovegood was singing . . .

Dobby's heart

Was wrenched and,

Became brutally squeezed-

For the humble,

Lowly elf now sat before,

A dream that was chirping . . .

It was a dream,

He had not fathomed-

Luna was magically spellbinding,

With a ringing brass,

Creation.

"There's nothing hidden in your

Head the Sorting hat can't see- "

The first song of Hogwarts!

So beautiful Dobby,

Wanted to hug-

"Ms. Lovegood?" He squeaked,

She paused then,

Glancing in his,

General direction,

Her eyes showing,

A strange, serene quality . . .

"Yes?" she asked sweetly,

Dobby's face

Had reddened fiercely

For then she said,

"Why Dobby!"

He now rapidly

Looked away from Luna,

For he,

Had yet another,

Real necessity-

His dream was now

No longer visited . . .

"What is it Dobby?"

The smells, the brass,

The silver tonic . . .

Was only a dream!

The spices from her,

Clover earrings,

The bells,

Were now silent-

Very quiet.

His heart thumped . . .

Her wispy hair was,

Sweetly tantalizing.

Now it all,

Came back to him-

Embarrassedly confused,

And in some way

Pathetically abused,

Dobby.

She began to sing once again . . .

Ribbons and frosting!

Cherry slices swam about,

His vision,

And life,

Was again,

Filled with sparkling,

Beauties . . .

For now,

But-

He couldn't take it!

The song was raw,

And sorely cutting-

He leaned in then,

And kissed Luna.

Wispy hair and silver bells,

Mirth that was cascading,

A land filled with gold buttons,

Ribbons and spice-

And tasty pink, cherries . . .

He was now,

Reinventing his dream,

And making it-

Real.