100 Word Friday Fictioneer – A Poem

I actually wrote a poem this time – odd, since I can count on one hand the number of poems I’ve written in my life!  The Muse woke me up at 3am yesterday to write this.  Needless to say, I wish she would learn to TELL TIME!!!  LOL  🙂

 

In the depths of these ancient woods

While its animals are sleeping

Comes a softly lilting sound

Floating on the gentle breezes.

 

 

If your eyesight is very keen

And your step silent as the night.

You may see him in the clearing

The young man who plays his pipe.

 

 

He won’t be tall, this man in green

And looks so very young

Make no mistake though, who he is

This creature known as Puck.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. theforgottenwife
    May 11, 2012 @ 12:48:07

    I like this. He seems almost innocent here, which he soooo is not! I like it! If you have a chance, here’s mine http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xg0AsWruz4k

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  2. Janet
    May 11, 2012 @ 13:37:17

    Lovely poem. So glad your muse woke you up. Here’s mine: http://postcardfiction.com/2012/05/11/you/

    Reply

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