In mid-search of sources... · 3:49am Oct 29th, 2015
I wrote a poem.
Mind if I share it?
I don't think I'll be able to turn it into a story, but here you go.
The poem is MarbleMac, so hopefully you're not tired of that.
Ready?
"M.H.M"
By Soaring
"Mhm," she said.
It was the first words he heard from her.
She sounded beautiful wherever she went.
She loved rocks, they were colorful in sight.
But she loved to dance with her grey coat.
So she danced all night long.
"Mhm," she said.
It was the second time he heard from her.
She still sounded drop-dead gorgeous, her eyes shimmering as she went
To the farm to see him again, with her lovely hair, not cut and long,
Something she knew he liked with her coat,
Something she knew cured his blind sight.
"Mhm," she murmured.
It was at night when he heard it from her.
She was upset, tears drenching her coat,
He had stood far away from her as she went
To the store to buy glasses to perfect his sight
That she knew effected his for so long.
She feared that when he saw his sight
Those wonderful eyes crossing to the tragedy as she went
To the store to return the pair that was long
In frame but not like her coat
Which he loved and loved seeing on her.
"Mhm," she hummed.
Last night was when he heard it from her.
Snuggled under the sheets, the moon was in sight,
As he remembered how she danced for so long,
Her mane to her side, and her lovely dress complimenting her coat,
Which he loved and loved watching her as she went.
Hooves crossing, eyes glimmering in sight
Of his crush staring at him for so long,
Wondering of his admiration of her coat,
As she went,
From her,
To her,
As they went,
He sighed, her not in his sight,
Big Macintosh sat and waited so long,
To see that lovely mane and grey coat.
"Mhm," she said.
For one last time, under the moon's sight,
A tradition, he thought, as he smiled for so long,
Seeing that mane and grey coat,
That he loved to see on her,
A sight that he loved as he went
For a kiss to seal the deal that her
And him forevermore be in sight
Of one another for so, so long,
Under the arbor where she went
To see him on the farm, with her grey coat.
"Mhm," she said.
And he saw the future.
If you're wondering what this is, the poem style is similar to a sestina, but not six stanzas only and no envoy.
So, yeah. ^_^