They said she lived in her family home –
a castle erected two hundred years ago;
and in her white satin nightgown did roam;
oft looking out the beautiful turret window.
They said she read many fables and lores
but most of all, loved the poems of Poe;
perhaps it gave her some peace to to know
that others had known loneliness before.
They said if you walked by her castle really slow
you could almost sense her lone gaze follow…
Rumours spread and many wild tales told,
spreading all the more, as she grew old.
They said they began to believe she’d sold
to the devil, her melancholy, isolated soul –
never once leaving the castle on her own,
secret servants at her call to do her chores.
They said in time, they grew afraid of the whole
drama, the secret and confusion of it all…
By and by their collective resolve got bold,
and by the Easter…her knell was knolled.
© Isha Garg
Dear reader, I think I’m going through a new creative phase, which has come about almost all of a sudden. I don’t know how long it’ll last – nor does that matter. I’ve been writing almost every evening, and seem to be getting back to my roots (you’ll know what I mean if you’ve been with me long enough). I’m writing the way I used to, sudden and quick, and ending up quite pleased with the result, (even if I pompously say so myself!). I don’t know why I’m sharing this… perhaps I’m happy, perhaps it’s meant to help someone feeling creatively restless and uninspired, or perhaps it’s just that I haven’t really talked to you in a while. Anyway, I guess after a long time of letting personal issues kill my desire to write fun stories, it just felt good to be doing it quite a bit these past few days, in the face of it all. Hope you enjoy it! I most certainly did 🙂
Love and laughter!
I go through creative spurts as well…seems as if sometimes, the words flow more easily than others.
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You said it! Sometimes the poem writes us instead of the other way around!
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I agree. Sometimes, words take on a life of their own, and we are just the messenger.
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My thoughts exactly! ❤️
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😊❤️
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I am so thrilled to read your note and so happy to know you are enjoying your creative surges – I love how you say – in the face of it all :)) More power to that Girl!! :))) The poem was most enjoyable to read!
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Power to us both, lady! ❤️🙌 Thank you very much!
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You are very welcome! :))
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Such happy news, Isha! Out of the dark, and into the light! ❤
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Perfectly put. ❤️ Thank you, Eliza!
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Thank you for sharing! I love those kinds of spells ♥️
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Thank you, Larisa! Might I add, those spells of yours make for beautiful art!
Funnily, at first the word spell made me read the poem again to see if the tower lady was a sorceress! That might’ve worked actually! 😅😂
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Hahaha I actually wondered if the word “spell” would lend itself to word play 😆I love delving into your mind through your poetry.
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Haha, in that case, mission accomplished! 😂 Very cool wordplay! You fooled the poet!
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♥️
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A fresh Isha infusion, and right on time. 😃
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Haha, thanks, Poet. 😊 This was fun to write!
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As they all should be, in some way, shape or form.
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Touché 🙌
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Merci…
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How wonderful that you have hit such a productive creative vein!!
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Thank you! I am very grateful for it!
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You are most welcome! Ride that wave!!! 🙂 🙂
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😊
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This is so sad.
Not knowing the true picture often provokes the wrong actions.
Rumours can never die respectable deaths.
Lovely writing, Isha. 🙂
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“Rumours can never die respectable deaths” you’re such a fine writer!
Thank you so much, Terveen!
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This is, all in all, tremendous news. A return to Isha of old, even if just a phase is to be celebrated. I feel a lightness in the air and a dessert like piquancy in your words. Our reward for continuing to follow Ishaisms ❣️❣️❣️
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Oh, you following me is my reward, abso-wholehearted-lutely my dearest Diana! ❤️💕 Always filled with gratitude for your warm friendship!
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