Posted in Posted by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Heylooooo Inklings!!!

Lucy here! =D

Sheesh, it's been awhile since I've posted on here!  *dumps a slushie on the Slushie Queen's head [a.k.a. Pip], dances with Laura, tosses a shortbread cookie to Snicket, steals Syd's tricycle, and passes newly-sharpened pencils and fresh notebooks to everybody else!* =D

So, today I'm posting...not a book chapter, but a poem!  I wrote this quite recently, and personally, I think it's the best poem I've ever written. ;)  Enjoy!

Whispers

by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Across

A moonlit glade

Went a maiden lowly

And her hair was glist'ning there

As she stepped, so

Slowly

Cry!

Cry!

Let bleed your heart

Whispered the rustling trees

Come to our feet, admit your defeat

Fall down upon your

Knees

Tears

Tears

Glide smoothly down

Drops of salted sorrow

She makes a sigh, the trees reply

Why wait until the

Morrow?

Sin

Sin

Destroys your soul

Came the breath of the wind

Why live more this life? It's too much a strife

Cold, sharp as a

Pin

Dark!

Dark!

Fear ye the dark

Little one, end it now

Listen to me, I'll let you be free

The trees sway and

Bow

Grace!

Grace!

I have the grace

She cries out to the night

Get thee away, I'll never obey

Behold this my shining

Light!

Laugh

Laugh

Go the wind's voices

Grace!

Grace!

She sings

Loathe

Loathe

Come the noises

Truth

Truth

Are my wings!

Hate...

Hate...

The trees do bend

Love!

Love!

She replies

Curse...

Curse...

Bless!

Bless!

And so, the wind

Dies

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Lucy