It was the kind of day where the sky cannot make up its mind, when nervous clouds try to stand up to the weakened midwinter sun but still struggle against his inate might, when finally their prayers were answered.
I’m back!!! WordPress was banned in China but now in Hong Kong…see sidebar for the travel blog, there’s an update 🙂
Here’s a poem draft to kick things off! See what you reckon…I made up ‘Rivenbrook’ (or so I thought…I made it up using common bits of English village/town names) and a quick Google reveals it’s an electronics store somewhere, lol.
This is the first time in years I’m attempting to use rhyming verse to tell a story (last time was at school!), I’d like to get better at this, as I think it’s a really fun type of poetry!
A Witch’s Visit
On one fine golden autumn day,
When leaves turn red and brown,
A young witch did visit Rivenbrook,
’Til then a prosp’rous town.
Seeking to join the harvest feast,
She came not to trick or con,
But witches are of ill repute,
And the people wished her gone.
“You’re not welcome!” came the cry,
Not one man wished her there,
And they refused to hear her speak,
As she walked towards the square.
Her heart then filled with fury
At this unjust discourse,
And cursing all of Rivenbrook,
She left with no remorse.
That eve a spark of fire,
Strayed too far and set alight
First one thatch, then another,
And soon the town burned bright.
The night was filled with terror,
And with dawn tolled the bell,
Survivors spoke in hushed voices,
Of the witch’s “wicked spell”.
No-one remembered their spite,
Or the witch’s affronted look,
And witches are still unwelcome,
In the remains of Rivenbrook.
My partner particularly didn’t quite think one verse flowed that well (he liked the concept/rest of it!), but I thought I’d put the whole thing out there as a draft and see what you guys think! The title is a working one also.
I am SO GLAD to be back and will be reading all of what I’ve missed soon on my favourite blogs 🙂 🙂
Thanks for stopping by!