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!