The last 24 hours has actually seen quite a bit of writing going on. I started reading Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett’s Good Omens, and something I read in there sparked an idea.
I started a story a little while ago that I titled The Faerie’s Tale. I posted a snippet of it for you readers and I uploaded it to my writing group. After listening to their critiques I came to the conclusion that I wanted to continue the story and that I also wanted to change the perspective. Right now it reads from the third person point of view. Yesterday, after having ruminated on the idea from Good Omens, I sat down and began to write. I had actually intended to begin writing something completely different, but as I was writing I saw how I could make the whole idea work for my story. 1700 words later I have what I feel is the first chapter of my story. I’m still working on it, though currently I’m letting it sit while it decides if it wants to be longer.
In the meantime, I also wrote two new poems, one of which I am posting today. I spent the night dreaming of writing and poems, and when I woke I knew I had to write them both down. The one I am posting is for fun. I recited it to myself while alseep and woke up grinning. In a way, I feel a little bit like Alice in Wonderland because of it, like I fell down a rabbit hole into Mother Goose’s territory with Billy Collins being the droll old lady herself. That’s what happens when you read Mother Goose to a three year old Tornado to get him to sleep then switch to modern poetry just before you yourself nod off. But it does create interesting dreams.
So I hope you enjoy my little trip. There may be more trips to AlrightyThen Land later but hopefully, they won’t be too terribly weird.
Little Boy Blue
By Jessica Scott
Little Bo Beep has lost her sheep, somewhere in the meadow.
Where they are I don’t know, but she’s left it to you
and I to find them. And me, not being a shepherd
but a poet, you really should come help,
instead of taking a nap behind that haystack.
And why do you have that horn?
I don’t know much about sheep but
were I in their place, a loud sound like the one
from that horn (and I’ve heard you blow it),
well, that would frighten me, set my heart
racing. I would run the complete opposite direction
from wherever it is the sound is coming from.
But now, those cows in the corn?
Well, I know for fact cows are stubborn, lazy creatures,
and they have no business being in the corn,
so I can understand why the horn would help there.
But that’s still no excuse for sleeping when
there’s work to be done, and me, not being
the one who looks after the sheep, can only
hope that the wolf I saw in the woods
that surround the meadow, the one who was on his
way to Grandma’s house, being a friend to Red Riding Hood
or so he says, won’t double back when there is such
a delicious, and free I might add,
buffet on the dinner menu tonight.