Lost things, odd jobs, an unsolved riddle
Leave them all at the door, with the right price
But be warned, not to swindle
Or you'll be made to pay back thrice
- Of-all-trades, Jack
Reads the sign hanging from the rusty old tack
The store is large, opulent, gilded-gold sometimes
Or small, crowded, interesting things hidden
Peeking out of corners, seemingly forbidden
Sometimes it is both, ever-so-capricious
Learning well from its keeper, mercurial in turns
The keeper of the store is said to be:
Young, old, spineless, bold,
Raven-haired, straw-headed, pale-faced, ruddy-cheeked
Dressed in a jester's hat, and red and black
Wrapped in the finest jewelry, only of royalty
There is only one constant;
The name is Jack
Nailed to the walls, you will see
Golden eggs, singing harps, staffs of ice, woven in tapestry
In the corners, you will find
Giant bones, spring-heeled shoes, malt-eating rats, plum Christmas pie
The wares come and go,
Stolen from and swindled back and lost and won
For Jack is foolish, but on his brow sits
Lady Luck's kiss
Jack is an everyman
The keeper of the store is said to have;
Candles in a row, neatly spaced on the floor
For you, good buyer, to jump over with a roar
If all go out, the fee is free
The quality of your wish guaranteed
If one goes out, the price is halved
Fingers, not a hand
Six goats, not a dozen
If all stay bright, as happens most often
For the fires are of magic foreign
Pray to God for the right price
Jack deals roulette in luck and lives
They say no one finds Jack's store twice
But it always seems to be the same sort enticed
Greedy, afraid, forlorn, occasionally noble
The desperate, the ready to gamble
All so glum, when Jack only wants fun
***
There are sometimes Jills to Jack
Time and ancestry twist and twist, provides titles so various
Jill, Gillian, Juliane, Julianus
Sometimes a different name altogether, but in spirit still
Jack's Jill
A one-time customer, buying freedom from shackles of a kingdom
Clutching a pail of water, wetting all the candlesticks jumped over
"That's trickery," Jack says, disappointed and impressed, "but a deal's a deal."
Jack shatters the King's crown and pays the brideprice
For this Jill, this (one-)life-time Achilles' heel
(As they say, no one finds Jack's store twice)
Jill is sometimes an assistant at Jack's store
But Jill is more often a memento in tapestry, a sweet-and-bitter reminder
Jack and Jill are kind, twisted, healthy, broken
Demented to each other, or perfect together
Jack and Jill live in the house atop the hill
A queen and a jester, a maid and a knave
Jill is a beauty and Jack is a beast
And Jill plunges a knife into Jack's breast
(Either love or death do the trick; it’s the curse-breaker’s pick)
Jack rips up wives and women of the night, seeking Jill
Jill feeds Jack to her brothers and takes Jack's fortune and castle
Jack sleeps folded into a shoebox
Cut into pieces from a giant's axe
And next to the box, slightly sparking
Always sits his lantern-head-pumpkin
It is something of a turn-off to women
(But Lady Luck favors him still,
and Jill is not always one)
Jill sleeps in any bed
On mattresses upon blankets upon furs upon a pea
Under the bridge, called witch or banshee
In the deep woods, clothed in red
A prickly constant; Jill can never stay alone
Always a prince, always a hero, always a wolf
To slay, to trick, to conquer, to love
Sometimes only, when things are off-track
A Jack
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