Some twirl, flex in intricate ways; some move so gracefully they command attention from eyes. These belong to someone special. These are mother’s own. Delicate patterns formed, another imitates apprehensively. Circling, winding, looping: colours swirl as fingers and laces seem to combine. Nimble, energetic, the digits slowly tie a knot. Demonstration complete, mother beckons, encouraging smaller fingers to complete the task. Tiny stubs reach down, moving closer to their goal; they fumble in jumbled patterns, flailing once or twice. They circle, wind and loop: colours swirl impossibly as fingers and laces become knotted. They are released in crushing defeat, though all hope is not yet lost. Mother’s fingers are there. “Next time,” she says, and then repairs the damage.
Across the fields and hills
Where hungry cattle graze
Moves a true and noble rider
T’wards a city set ablaze
By a creature filled with hatred
Of the gentle people’s ways
Which in a foul and wicked temper
That great city set ablaze
On his trusty, strong companion
On his brave and loyal steed
He rides up to the flaming homes
To end the dragon’s greed
In answer to the call of
The people’s desperate pleas
His sword and shield ready to
Destroy the dragon’s greed
Scaly armour on the beast;
No one has pierced its hide
Not fearing this, he swears
To avenge those who died;
His steed he leaves in safety
Thankful for this gentle guide
And goes to face the beast that
Extinguished those who died
The creature rounds him fiercely
As the warrior draws near;
He approaches the great monster
So bold; no hint of fear
It roars with mighty dominance
It bellows with a sneer
Yet he holds his head up high
Showing no hint of fear
A tail that brings down buildings
Collides roughly with his shield
Though the beast is far stronger
The warrior will not yield
They circle; they attack with force
One of their fates is sealed
Though until that fateful moment
The monster will not yield
A weakness in its armour
Beneath its giant head
Gives the warrior the chance
To strike the beast down dead
To destroy the wretched creature
That the city folk have fled;
When their fierce battle is over
He pins the beast down dead
Although I once enjoyed the light, when life was full of splendour
In recent times this heart of mine has proven to be tender.
Let not the whispers haunting me persist within my mind
For with them return memories I’d hoped to leave behind.
Take this cloud that hangs over my head away from me
It will not stop, it will not leave, it will not set me free.
I cast a veil over the eyes of those whose trust I’d gained
And in that mist I held them there, broken and contained.
But fortune granted them escape; now I count the cost
Trapped within my bleak surroundings, every friendship lost.
Fading and broken, what once was unspoken And true is now dead. There’s pain here instead. I cannot believe I was once so naive To think you wanted me; though now I can see Her shadow at the door. My faith is no more.
I struggled a little with this one. I’ve been at a job interview for most of the day so I haven’t had a lot of time to write it. I haven’t stuck to the alliteration but I’ve tried to make sure it sounds like a limerick.
Adventure awaits those who dare
To travel around here or there,
Many people love
This life I speak of
Because quiet lives can’t compare