Daily Writing Part 113. Story of Poems Part 56

Random words of the day: Crystal. String

And so, with the conclusion of this plotline on the scorpions, the sentry and their mulberries, laundry and mysterious past and motives, ends the third chapter of this story of poems! I’m looking back on it fondly. It keeps alternating between silly and serious and I quite like how a kind of (still mostly shrouded) mythology came about concerning the scorpions and their background. I’m curious how that will play out. Next week we will likely return to where chapter two left off! For now, though, our clawed arachnid friends will once more be taking the spotlight!


The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 3
In the woods the chase was on
The sentry ran like hell
He held his blade, made of a tusk
And tracked a sharp, rank smell

But the scorpions seemed vanished now
So far they were ahead
They’d stopped to make a hearty meal
A berry-lentil bread

They stored the food within a bin
Stacked laundry to the air
That tower made of stinking clothes
Would lead the sentry there

Their plan unfolded swimmingly
One step was left to take
Before they would be shooting off
To fix a grand mistake

As the sentry came his nostrils flared
And angrily he squawked

I demand my berries now returned
Or in a cupboard you’ll be locked!”

Take this, eat up,” a scorpion spoke
And handed him the bin
“Then we can go and stop the Cult”
“Be saviours of our kin”

Is this some kind of joke, perhaps?!”
The sentry cried, dismayed
And tears did quickly fill his eyes
His sight did swiftly fade

Why did you wreck these fruits I got
From my big brother Ferry?!”
He clutched his shirt, fell to his knees
Watching the bits of berry

As silence fell a scorpion laughed
“We can get more from Aunt
Please eat now, little brother dear
It tastes just likes croissant!”

From shock the sentry’s face did twist
Like a satire sketch it looked
But just before he could reply
By a loud noise all were hooked

A blinding flash of light appeared
And blank then turned the sky

Your mask must go now, brother dear!”
Rang an anxious scorpion’s cry

The moment we’ve been training for
To face that vile cabal
It’s here, but only if you’ll join
Can we make their curtain fall!”

When frozen like a block of ice
The sentry still just stood
A scorpion, irked, turned aerial
To end the wait for good

Its flight seemed like a symphony
No composer dreamed to shape
It then stuffed the sentry’s mouth with bread
And sealed it shut with tape

And there under the holly tree
The sentry started glowing
Just like a living lamp he was
With light now overflowing

Soon after did the light then fade
The change was now complete
Where sentry was, a scorpion stood
With giant tyres for feet

The memories came flooding back
Each one he now recalled
“Your brother Custard’s back!” he cried
“Like the Essay had foretold!”

Now let us go and face our foes!”
“Send them right back to the Beach!”
“Then afterwards we’ll celebrate”
“With yummy tarts and peach!”

Well spoken, Custard, brother dear!”
One scorpion replied
“Now, once Boutique has packed our things”
“We Kings shall once more ride!”

And so they dashed, the scorpions five
No time for doubt or fear
Their kin’s fate hanging by a string
Their goal was crystal clear

End of part 3

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For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the second chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

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Ever since a group of shoes held a birthday party a long, long time ago (though in a galaxy not that far away) a little boy’s appreciation for creation was born. And so, throughout the following years shoes partied, a dinosaur travelled through time, oddly shaped football players went on adventures, a young wanderer became a knight, a comedian rose to godhood, Jedi fought an evil empire, a war between cyborg warlords and human-insect hybrids engulfed the world… The boy had learned how with only words on paper (and from times to time a few pictures) he was able to bring people, places, even entire worlds to life. By now that little boy has reached almost the third decade of his life and his love for telling stories has not ceased. And finally, long after he had planned to, he has decided to share these stories with the world. Whether you are a new or already familiar face: welcome to this little archive of mine! This is a place where I will, finally, actually be sharing my writing with others. It will feature pretty much anything I feel like sharing, both old and new stories, fan-fiction and original content, and probably some non-fiction added in at times. So, if you like reading, writing, stories (or me ^_~), drop by, drop a comment (I can’t promise I’ll get back to you quickly, since I’m horrible at that, but I’ll do my best) and, drop it like it’s hot. … Sorry… ^_^; In any case, I hope you’ll enjoy yourself and I look forward to seeing you around!

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