A little free verse poem: half fact, half fiction.
Purple Heather
by Heather Knight
The purple hills
Around the lake
The heather dancing
In the slight breeze.
And she, just fifteen,
Looking around,
Mesmerised, spell-bound.
She's an old lady now,
Time has flown,
Life has happened.
But she's never forgotten
The purple of her name.
That day,
The first time she laid eyes on them.
The tiny little bells
Hugging each other
As if to protect themselves.
Maybe from the wind, or the heavy rain.
Maybe from the cold
Or the monster in the lake.
The bewitching flowers have stolen her memories,
The young girl's real life is gone. Erased.
She's forgotten her home, her parents,
And even how excited she'd been
Just a few days before.
Watching Princess Diana
Riding a gold carriage
To her fate.
She won't ever go back,
She'll just lie down
And live her life among the heather.
Author Notes
I've always known I can't rhyme. I simply don't have the patience.
Then a couple of years ago, I started reading verse novels (free verse) and, more importantly, I completed a Billy Collins masterclass online. I was fascinated by the simplicity of his poems and his down-to-earth attitude even though he's been Poet Laureate in the States for two years.
