Hello! It’s Saturday again – funny how that keeps happening… 😀 It’s been a very long day for me, as I’ve been at a youth gathering all day. I’ve laughed so much, walked quite a distance, took a bunch of really random photos (photo scavenger hunt = lots of walking!)played various, random, hilarious games and generally had a grand old time. It was wonderful day – and now I’m quite shattered. Nonetheless, I’m still here, like a conscientious little blogger… 😀
I’m going to share with you a poem I wrote a while back. It’s only a little thing – under 100 words… But somehow the style fit the story I was trying to tell, and I enjoyed trying to keep it short instead of letting my verbose side out as I usually do. 😀 It’s perhaps a darker poem than I normally write, but the prompt kind of led me in that direction…. Have a read and see what you think.
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Year 1:
no name
to lisp through
rose bud lips
Year 2:
no mother
to cling to
in the dark
Year 3:
father walks
down the lane
and disappears
Year 4:
heart beats
fast with fright
at the sight of strangers
Year 5:
children must
be seen
and not heard
Year 6:
whispers faint
and frail
fall like autumn leaves
Year 7:
shadows beneath
deep blue eyes
grow deeper
Year 8:
gravestone says
Unknown Girl
1906-1914
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So… there you go… It’s a bit of a departure from my usual style, but I enjoyed trying something new.
What do you think of it? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments!
The Way of Delight 
Ahhh I remember you writing this!! ❤❤ I love it so much- it’s short, but it contains so much emotion
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Once again. . .brilliant, Hannah! You show creativity writing both prose and poetry. . . such variety! I love the way you summarize the girl’s life in years. 👏🏼
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Your descriptive words and brief year summaries painted an interesting picture of this young girl’s life, Hannah, your words as brief as her life! Sad she had no name (as tombstone said) as well as no mother, and eventually no father in her short life. Cleverly written!
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