Hey group, trying to record inspiration as it comes. Getting it down on paper so to say. Capture the process since I'm getting back to basics I've already discussed how my earliest writing was Poetry. This started out life while I was writing (of course) yet another small project, that I'll talk about later I'm sure. My thoughts were interrupted by an argument (not one I was participating in) and the words just flowed.
Anna
It was another blue sky day, she couldn’t go out to play
A Princess alone in her tower, as hour passed into hour.
A voice raises, sharp and shrill, crystal shattered singing in peril.
A door closes, shaking and rattling, a man’s voice raises, mocking..
The atmosphere is heavy, the air gone as the hate became handy.
Above she twirls in her lace, with her dolls, in a place that is no place at all.
Hearing her Momma tell Pappa to die, Pappa shouting he was done with her lies….
It was another blue sky day, she couldn’t go out to play.
A Princess alone in her tower, as hour passed into hour….
~Written - 08/08/2012~
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