I got a new blackout poetry journal that uses classic literature to inspire new works of poetry. This first one is my attempt at making original poetry from a random page of J.M. Barrie’s Peter Pan:
Nightlights
My love,
were not all natural
dreams forgotten?
The skeleton
crawled about the floor,
rattled up the chimney,
and bathed her hand in sleep.
Nightlights pulsed
while strange children
found new mothers
in the faces of the night.
Once all were safe
her fears sat down
by the quickening fire,
warming the nursery.
Cool idea!
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Thanks Ashley!! Do you normally go by just Ashley or the full name Ashleyleia? I always wondered.
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Leia is my middle name. I normally go by Ashley. 🙂
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Very interesting idea.
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Thanks
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You’re welcome 😊
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Excellent.:)
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Glad you like it ♥
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An interesting idea!
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Thanks!
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Thanks!!!
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The nightlights stanza really caught me. Very eerie, I thought. I like what you did here, you have a real feel for language and image, I think.
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Aw, thanks! I really like the nightlights verse too.
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