My friends decided to come up with a writing prompt and give ourselves a week to put some words down and report back. The prompt was “a pixie finds itself lost in a modern-day city.” I decided to write a poem.
She danced with her sisters out under the stars
they laughed in the meadow
her sisters and she, ‘neath the stars
Along comes a mortal, her arms full of jars
then run for the portals
the mortal stuffs pixies in jars
The mortal, she sells them, to tourists in cars
this feeling is awful
did you know fae get sick in cars?
Her new city keeper he drags her to bars
cheap beer from a thimble
she drowns all her feelings at bars
Her sisters, they find her, call “give back what’s ours”
their magic arises
“you’ll all pay for stealing what’s ours”
Now city lights wink out like flickering stars
turn concrete to meadow
leave no trace but laughter and stars
That was really good! I loved the repeat of once and twice, but mixed up still, made it “ring” really well 🙂
Thanks! In my head this sounds like old drinking songs or a nursery rhyme or something. It was very fun to write!
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Yeah! I bet 🙂