I had expected the stories for this to flood into my mind, but I couldn't get anything to work or that didn't sound cliche, so I went with poetry this time. Always feel free to write poetry - short of long. Writing is writing after all!
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The girl with no face
They had loved her
Though they were told they wouldn't
They had kept her
Thought they were told they shouldn't
They had hidden her
Thought they were told they couldn't
They had taught her
Though they were told she'd be no student
And coddled her
Though they were told it wasn't prudent
And sheltered her when they called her a mutant
They had let her play
Sometimes all day
Refusing to send her away
Covering her little face
With a delicate piece of lace
Treating her with kindness and grace
Until the day she'd fled the house
Some say in fear of a mouse
Her little toddler legs pumping
Over the boundary wall jumping
They say you can still hear the sounds
Of her playing in the grounds
And of her singing in the underbrush
Though they say it in a kind of hush
'Cause the townspeople hadn't wanted her there
They'd treated her with cruelty and been unfair
Some say they'd even been the ones
To set the trap that made her run
So they could catch her and make her gone
Returning her to what they called her rightful place
All because they couldn't tolerate the girl with no face
What a sad and creepy poem. Nice job Miranda.
ReplyDeleteThanks. The rhyming is a bit all over the place though. Lol
DeleteHeres my spooky attempt at this weeks prompt; Ghost Trapped hope you like it.
ReplyDeleteWell done. Enjoyed that.
DeleteThank you for reading, ghosty stories are always fun aren't they?
DeleteThanks for the prompt, Miranda! Your poem is an inspired take on the image. Here is my submission for this week's #MidWeekFlash. The Hollow Children
ReplyDeleteI'm a few weeks behind, I know. I blame the house chaos, and work. But, I'm starting to write again. And these words happened when I looked at the picture.
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