A short little story in the style of a poem, about a day in the life of Roseluck, tending to her garden of flowers.
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Written purely because I've no idea how to write up new chapters for a few of my current stories right now, plus I'd rather make a start on my new Castlecania / MLP music video-style animation as soon as possible. Also I personally think I'm just a slight teensy weensy bit better at poetry than at writing stories.
Cover art belongs to DuskyAmore on DeviantArt. Go check her out or just do whatever you do after you read a story. It's your life.
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This is really quite a lovely poem. I enjoyed it very much! I liked how you portrayed Roseluck as a mother figure tending to her children. Very touching and emotional. I could seeing sitting in her garden and just being so content.
Very nice work, Unique!
I can't really relate to the story much, the last time I was able to enjoy nature was when I was around ten, but good rhyming and all that 10/10.
Aww
Very sweet poem!
7840886 Thank you very much!
What kind of a story is this? It's just a fucking poem. How could anyone allow such a thing?!
This is very nice! I really like your portrayal of Roseluck, and those few repeated lines are a nice touch. From a metrical standpoint, it wasn't always consistent, but that's your prerogative. The only true piece of criticism I have is that this stanza...
...just completely ignored the rhyme scheme. Was there a reason for that? Personally, I feel like "a dash of dill" would have been fitting, as not only does it rhyme, but it's a play on 'daffodil.' Just my take as a fellow poet.
8148564 I wanted to throw readers off a bit with that part. Actually, I was going to say something about daffodils myself, but I thought it would be funny to catch the reader out should they be reading aloud.,
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Ah. Well, if that was your aim, you succeeded!
What a lively poem!
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