Story poem thing

Lightly upon wilted pastures,

footsteps fled, a child from capture

flash of gold, a setting sun

as behind her, seekers run

 

Following a laughter sounded

while gentle echoes of hearts pounded

over cattle grazed earth she led

a chase of siblings to thorns of roses red

 

An elder to stop, a younger to run

for in victory, she cried, “I have won!”

but the wind did sweep her further still

and until

through and into woodland she would find

the hunter to her prey left behind

 

Her pride swelled deep

and this victory she would keep

as further into forest she would wind

and from her head, falling fast, a fairy twine

 

All while other side of Petal’s Gate

a brother feared his sister’s fate

eyes glanced down

hovered over entrance of the Other’s crown

 

Where daisies trampled ‘neath hurried feet

led where the sun dared never meet

the only land wild roses grow

the place where hatreds seed would sow

 

Where heartbeat pounded, now it trembled

as his mother’s stories he remembered

a folk all knowing, yet unknown by lore

a path unshown, yet showing once more

 

When jolted forth from thoughts he hears

a warning danger grows ever near

his sister’s scream, travelled fast and far

from within the Forest of the Fallen Star

 

 

 

 

NOTE: In trying to write a poem I decided to write one that loosely tells the beginning of a book I’m working on. Not going to write anything else here, will be rambling about it tomorrow, I’m sure.

 

Arbie X