A poet, I’m not
Sometimes, my brain confounds me.
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Anyway, that morning, I’d push the words away, and the next line would pop into my head. So I finally just gave in and let the words come. They’re not especially brilliant, but they were sort of a miracle–at least, for me. So, I thought I’d share them. And remember, I’m NOT a poet. So don’t expect much.
Once upon a night so bleak
My brain was tired and growing weak
I thought I’d write about a witch
Who could heal without a hitch
She grew a garden to make her brews
And knew which plants and roots to use
Her life was good until the day
A ranger came to lock her away
She proved to him that he was wrong
Then saved his life, she was so strong
Harpies flew to form a flock
Something that he had to block
Dead bodies scattered in their wake
Chase had to stop them for mortals’ sake
The witch and friends came to his aid
A battle fought and humans saved
Love had blossomed, so Chase stayed
To marry the witch, happiness gained.
Okay, not brilliant but fun for me, since poems never happen in my head. I have no clue why this one did.
