Random words of the day: Parent. Moon
An early Artist’s Tale this week. Chances are I won’t be able to post tomorrow and possibly throughout the weekend, so I’d make sure the weekly dose of poem story would be out on time. A lot is already happening in these first couple of stanzas of the second part and they keep on happening today. I am wondering when the credit card, sunglasses and toothbrush are going to show up again.
The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 2
“We’re almost there,” the seagull cawed
And scanned the ground below
But did not note the gang of cultists
Hidden by the snow
It landed in an eerie field
Where few souls dared to tread
Before chapel dark as coal
With massive doors of lead
A dozen cultists then jumped out
They cried a frightening yell
And swiftly climbed the chapel’s tower
To ring its ancient bell
“Into the chapel! Quickly now!”
A sharp voice hissed and cried
“But do turn off your mobile phone!
And leave your shoes outside!”
The chapel doors by moonlight lit
Flung open fast and wide
With great surprise the artist saw
Their parents stood inside
For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.