Strolling through the forest on a bitter winter's night,
beneath a tangled tree root, I saw a tiny light.
Then filled with curiosity I took a closer look,
and as I knelt on icy ground I spied a tiny book.
But as I reached to pick it up a fieldmouse scuttled out,
and snatched it from my fingertips, my mind began to doubt
the truth of what was happening, until, as I drew nearer,
deep within the roots I saw the light grow bright and clearer.
To my surprise around the glow a host of woodland creatures
were gathered in a library with wise and knowing features.
The cold began to bite so I was forced to leave the scene,
and ever since have thought that what I saw was but a dream.
A contest entry
- Library of Dreams by Venus25.
475 points, ended October 7, 2008, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Aww... So sweet...
Wonderful narrative with a bouncy rhyme scheme that doesn't miss a beat and enthrals throughout...
Well penned, well versed, well done!!!
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This is gorgeous!
This sort of tale of woodland dwellers would have sent me into imagination overload as a child ~ I loved the idea of creatures having lives similar to ours, and adored any books that went down that path.
This poem took me straight back to those happy childhood memories, of poring over the pictures of Mole and Ratty, the Doormouse family, Brambly Hedge and all the rest. What a GORGEOUS piece! Loved it!
The rhyme and meter were perfect, and the whole thing was a sheer delight to read.
BRAVO!!
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Bravo!
A very beautiful creation
Thanks for sharing
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This is a really creative take on the prompt. A nice and fun read with great rhythm and rhyme. Good luck to you in the contest!
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