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Within the castle’s rough hewn towers,
we fled to escape the ogre’s glower,
raising the drawbridge against its power;
yet it stands there ready to devour.
So through the murky twilight we scour
the lanes and hills and fields of flowers.
Growing more fearful by the hour,
searching for one who will not cower.
But who can rescue us from this bower?
Just when things are most dark and dour,
bright hope suddenly upon us showers.
In the distance, on a horse white like flour,
riding tantivy, the knight is racing to empower;
to free us; to make the night sweet, instead of sour.
The ogre bellows, but the knight allows her
blade to fall upon the loathsome prowler
and thus she swiftly overpowers
the fiend and we are free! And now her
deeds are widely known throughout our
castle’s rough hewn towers.
Written for dVerse.
I love that you wrote about a drawbridge, a knight, an ogre ... how creative!!!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the fairytale essence of this poem and love that you wrote about a drawbridge, a bridge to keep its inhabitants safe. Well done for sustaining the rhyme! I also like the circularity, like a round tower.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely done! Could be a metaphor of our Covid Crisis!
ReplyDeleteI love this fairytale of female empowerment--the reveal slipped in. This poem flows with great rhythm, and as Kim says you sustained the rhyme so well.
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful read tonight, thank you. I agree, the words flow very well.
ReplyDeleteI like the hero being a woman. Lots of good rhymes!
ReplyDelete"Just when things are most dark and dour, bright hope suddenly upon us showers," yes!!💝💝 That is usually what happens.
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