Post by Sunsetfur on Sept 26, 2006 20:49:28 GMT -5
I wrote this when I was bored...it's based off the ThunderClan fire, but I over-exaggerated it. It's my first stab at non-rhyming poetry, so tell whatcha think.
Dusty ash, blackened ground
Burnt fragments of the trees
The woeful cry of the crow breaks the silence
Lamenting for all that is now lost
Gone are the days of green, of
The sun, the bittersweet memories
Now nothings, burried with the shattered
Remnants of the forest
A gentle wind stirrs what is left
Of the once-fertile woods
It ruffles the pelts of the traveling cats
Crossing the river into the blackened despair
Even the brightest of pelts are
Dimmed with ash and soot, but
The most terrible sight is their eyes,
Dimmed with ash and soot of loss
A small one gives a terrified cry
His mother hushes him, trying her best to
Comfort her son in the burned despair
Of the dead forest
Life is difficult, choked with smoke
And painful memories
Of how it once was
Before the fire
But time goes on, marching solemly
Through blackened, choking time
Through the soot-stained snow of leaf-bare
The streams running black with ash in newleaf
But now, a young apprentice stalks
Through the trees, glistening with
Melted frost, still stained inky black
Searching for food to feed his starving Clan
A brown shape he spots by a tree
A rabbit! The first
Since the fire
Quickly, he moves in for the kill
The Clan eats well for the first time in moons
The prey has the scent of smoke, the
Ashen fur, reminding all of the tragedy
That claimed all green things
But now, as they eat, the cats
Do not notice the sprigs of green blooming
From beneath the ash that has been
Carpeting the forest floor for so long
But as they eat, they rejoice, they
Not only eat the meat, but the coal
Reminders of loss
Not only the coal, but the memories
The blacked trees soon crumble
To be replaced with small, new trees
Whispering in the wind with new promises
Of life after the fire
Still, the soot underneath the grass
The blackened logs and the land
Where no plants can ever grow now
Reminds the Clan of the days of dusty ash
And of the fire
I don't mind critique, in fact, I welcome it. ;D
Dusty ash, blackened ground
Burnt fragments of the trees
The woeful cry of the crow breaks the silence
Lamenting for all that is now lost
Gone are the days of green, of
The sun, the bittersweet memories
Now nothings, burried with the shattered
Remnants of the forest
A gentle wind stirrs what is left
Of the once-fertile woods
It ruffles the pelts of the traveling cats
Crossing the river into the blackened despair
Even the brightest of pelts are
Dimmed with ash and soot, but
The most terrible sight is their eyes,
Dimmed with ash and soot of loss
A small one gives a terrified cry
His mother hushes him, trying her best to
Comfort her son in the burned despair
Of the dead forest
Life is difficult, choked with smoke
And painful memories
Of how it once was
Before the fire
But time goes on, marching solemly
Through blackened, choking time
Through the soot-stained snow of leaf-bare
The streams running black with ash in newleaf
But now, a young apprentice stalks
Through the trees, glistening with
Melted frost, still stained inky black
Searching for food to feed his starving Clan
A brown shape he spots by a tree
A rabbit! The first
Since the fire
Quickly, he moves in for the kill
The Clan eats well for the first time in moons
The prey has the scent of smoke, the
Ashen fur, reminding all of the tragedy
That claimed all green things
But now, as they eat, the cats
Do not notice the sprigs of green blooming
From beneath the ash that has been
Carpeting the forest floor for so long
But as they eat, they rejoice, they
Not only eat the meat, but the coal
Reminders of loss
Not only the coal, but the memories
The blacked trees soon crumble
To be replaced with small, new trees
Whispering in the wind with new promises
Of life after the fire
Still, the soot underneath the grass
The blackened logs and the land
Where no plants can ever grow now
Reminds the Clan of the days of dusty ash
And of the fire
I don't mind critique, in fact, I welcome it. ;D