Once again, I have waited until the last minute to update my blog but in an effort to successfully complete my challenge, I am posting a short piece on poetry. After all, I’m over halfway through the challenge and giving up now just isn’t an option for me and my stubborn mind.
I have both loved and hated poetry. I’m not very good at it, in my own opinion. I also don’t read much of it and the pieces I’m about to share with you were written over ten years ago. Perhaps, in the future I will get back into the craft of poetry and acquire a deeper understanding of it. For now, I hope that they will provide some source of inspiration or entertainment. Please enjoy these tiny morsels.
The Fell Tower
whithered and weathered, broke and barren
carved and cracked
the ruined tower stands tall
beneath the burning light of the rising moon
the ravens crow, the wolves howl
the cats shriek
the wind screams, the trees whisper
the leaves rustle
the dark tower stands quiet
beneath the cold light of the moon
the wind pounds, the rain beats
the lightening crashes
the owls sing, the dead serenade
the chains rattle
the old tower crumbles quickly
beneath the dull light of the falling moon
Into the Labyrinth
I have strayed into the Labyrinth,
I am lost inside my mind,
There’s no turning back, there’s no getting out,
I’m stuck here for all time.
The puzzle that will never be solved,
Running through broken corridors as the world revolves,
No matter where I wonder or roam,
The Labyrinth is my new home,
Back to the start or towards the end,
Through the bending halls without a friend.
Long has the jungle been overgrown with beauty.
As a cool heat was felt through the bamboo,
thunder could be heard dimly in the distance
and the storm faded away. Soft rain still trickled
lightly enough so that the small stream under the hill
could faintly be heard. Little droplets slid off
of the dense emerald leaves into the rich, silky ground
then ran off into a small stream through the jungle.
The creatures soon came out of their hiding
while birds sang and frogs croaked. Soon enough
the sun tried its best once again to light the stage
under the thick canopy releasing the sweet aroma
of the jungle rain. The life after the storm has now returned.
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Regina Bethory is a fiction author. She graduated from Christopher Newport University with a Bachelor’s in Directing and Play Writing and from Newport News Shipbuilding’s Apprentice School as a Test Electrician. She also has a degree in Funeral Services. As an avid minimalist and traveler, she enjoys spending her time learning new things, seeking new experiences and de-cluttering. When she is not writing, she can often be found in comic book stores and early morning matinees.