There once was a girl who sung in the dead of night. She seemed to look angelic from afar, her silky hair shining against the glow of the night sky. Little did I know.
Some called her a daughter of a witch, for she only came to the village when the moon was its fullest. But how could such a thing, with such peaceful eyes, be of a witch? Little did I know.
She later cast a spell on me. A wonderful spell called "love". I was lost in what to do, so I approached the local priest. He looked me in the eye as if to say: What do you speak?
Little did I know-- she would soon be a mother, and later my wife.
I just happened to be holding a pen and had a notebook in front of me. I was bored, looking to kill time, so I just wrote whatever came to my mind. Just a bunch of jumbly blabber that don't make much sense, neither is it very poetic. I'm posting it here anyway.
2 comments:
It seems poetic to me. It makes a very strong statement. And to me, poetic doesn't have to be poetry - it's the way the words flow. You show a lot in such a short amount of space. Thanks for sharing.
(as for the Jack and Jason story - maybe you need to rename one of them so that it is more obvious that they belong together (maybe put an aside to the second part that it is a continuation of the first one or do that on future postings - again thanks for sharing) - E :)
Things dont have to be poetic to be good. I really like this piece. It has this intensity to it that grabs the reader. Perhaps the 'little did I know' at the end is unnecessary, but the rest is catching. I am curios about the woman who appears at full moon, if she IS a witch, and how she becomes this guy's wife. Nice twist at the end. :)
Post a Comment