The sun shone high and bright, upon the village square.
The children sang together, butterflies in their hair.
Mr. and Mrs. Gold waddled up the street,
To Church in Sunday best, moving feet to feet.
The clank of hooves on cobbles, a carriage rumbled past,
Fruits and flowers blossomed, in a million colors cast.
Maude and Sally, the pretty twins, paraded arm in arm,
In white flowing dresses, and straw hats meant to charm.
Along the winding path, crafted through the grass,
They whispered and giggled, on their way to mass.
As they crossed the wooden bridge, Sally paused to say:
"I left my lucky locket home, Pray Maude could you stay?"
And so Sally held her straw hat down, and ran back across the river,
While Maude stood upon the bridge, and in the breeze began to shiver,
She did not hear the muffled gurgle rising from beneath,
Nor did she see the slimy hands and the gritted teeth.
The villagers, they searched far and wide, but to no success,
All they found was a round straw hat, and a white linen dress.
But credit should be given, where credit is surely due,
Bridge trolls, they strike quickly and never leave a clue..
Author notes
Picture
A contest entry
- Calling all Poets for Poetry #2 (minamal pre-writes allowed) by Dark Whispers.
315 points, ended March 29, 2007, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow! this is great, i love the way you rhyme, and the story you tell through your words
congrats on the gold, you truly deserved it
lucy
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congratulations on the gold ...you deserve it...
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You have left me breathless with this poem, I never before thought an entry like this could be written from the picture i posted, great job.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~wonderfull.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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