The story within

Writers may relate who knows how this story goes ?

She looked up to the sky
Her clouds her rainbow sky
For some kind of inspiration
Way up yonder high
For an unwritten prose or tale that lay in her minds eye
And after that gazed
Down to the petals sweet
At her pale bare feet
As she walked along
sweet Roses street

She found a spot
An abandoned house
She crept quietly in like a mouse through unlovked gate
Her heart was racing with delight
And in her travels
Along worn old paths
She did see a tree so parched

Off to the right she did look
And in its view a neat old book
It lay beneath dry willow tree
And she did wonder
Who abandoned thee
She took it up to her hearts delight
And held it in that bright sunlight
She smelt its pages
And it's musk and
Thought to self
Oh this I must read this
Yes I truly must !

The old penned ink
It did remind her
Of days long ago
Of hands that wrote in genteel inks
She sat beneath that willow tree
And felt so at gentle one with nature there
And gathered up old faded fallen rosebuds there

she read her old diary
She did read aloud so birds
Would hear and come and visit thee
They came one by one so shyly now
And some came a bit more brazen
as she read her diary out aloud
They kept her some sweet company

The words they came from her mouth indeed
But felt like from another time
Almost across the seas
Like a page had opened up from some old nursery rhymes
Where children played but were seldom heard
And mothers curled their hairs st night
And wrapped their hair in rags so tight
Before they went to bed in some flickering candlelights

''Twas quite a while before she ceased her read
And on the ground she lay so tired indeed
The dusk was nigh she greatly feared
And all her birds had strangely dissapeared

She gathered up her book
And went home beneath her dusky pink purple starlit skies
She felt so warm inside her heart
Her new found treasure buried deep within her heart

She had taken a walk on roses path
And found inspiration
On that soft sweet grass
That no earthly person could of writ
must be the Rose Fairies diary she did find

And in her soul it will tightly bind
It's leather cover deeply worn
It's golden pages neatly torn
In it she found her inspiration source
Her Rose path that no one
Had surely passed
Was hers at last

With willow bark and birds that sat
To keep her for quiet company
On sacred ground
An angels mat
Of rose petals quilt
So soft for her to sit
As one with nature
With that Rose fairies old worn magic diary
With sweet birds for her quiet company

Author's Note

I can't edit properly till I get home to my laptop my phone isn't behaving so will fix then

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

This is a wonderful and a beautiful story. I liked the places and the thoughts in the poetry. You create good place and good thoughts for the reader. Thank you Julie for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks again coyote for your lovely review x

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome dear Julie.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

What a pleasure it is to read this. So lyrical and eloquent in the classical manner. Lovely form, rhyme and easy flow. Beautiful imagery- we so clearly see your "Alice" discovering the faerie diary in her "Wonderland". Just superb and an amazing work!

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks Annette you flatter me I wrote very quick does it need edits or changes

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

I would suggest just minor line changes for better flow- try making the very long lines into two separate lines :- example
"And some came a bit more brazen
As she read her diary out aloud."
In my opinion the flow is better done that way.
Hope I helped with structure, but the poem itself is just exquisite.:)

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks Annette !!!

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

I changed a few words but till I get back home can't edit lines etc thanks for reviews x

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You are very welcome Julie!:)

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Wrote this after I wrote the nightmare poem so between one and three am my moods and inspiration quickly turned and changed a mystery to me