Whispered alarms in the village sound
Boredom threatens the castle walls.
Would that I had time to explain
Suffice to say Prince and Princess are within
... we are without
in our toil protected from idle attack
alas, not so from royal's search
for relief
from royal ennui.
I’m trying to challenge myself to write (and, on occasion post) more of my own poetry. I read recently about a writer (sadly I can’t remember who it was exactly) who wrote a poem a day. And part of this process was granting herself permission for it to be a bad one. I’m posting this one without judgement — good or bad. I live in a time when and a place where the imperative is to write, to express, and to create. There is no room for self censorship, judgment, and editing in that. I must press on.
Rhena Writes 