I have been working on this tiny piece on and off for about ten months now, and because the initial sadness that goaded me into writing has ebbed, it lacks the emotion I had hoped it would have. This is sort of a reversed fairytale, and rather than tell the whole story here I will let you read it yourself. It's short, I promise!
I wrote this one just before heading to bed one night. If it sounds a bit like Edgar Allan Poe, I was in fact reading 'The Raven' prior to writing this. Do not get the wrong impression of me from this poem, though: I love the night!
Wrote this poem for my English collateral last term. It was supposed to be based on the 1812 Overture, but I have too much imagination and turned a bunch of notes into this. I'm more musical than I am wordy. Perhaps Elfwood should open up a music library... Ah well, it's the first poem I wrote that I liked, and I've won a contest with this. Inspired by William Wordsworth and other Romantic poets.
I sat on my bed one night with my blue notebook on my lap, just waiting for my Muse... she never showed up. Desperate for inspiration, I turned to Edgar Allan Poe, my literary god, and browsed through my collection of his works. I found a poem titled 'Dream Within a Dream,' or something like that, and just by reading the title I was struck. I STILL have not read his poem, but here's mine! There's also some Wordsworth in there, because I love his verse. So far as I know, this is how you say 'Land of Dreams' (litteraly, Dream's Land) in Latin, but hey I'm only a second-year student.