Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Skyeler's Northanger Abbey Project

Imagination


The creaking cabinet calls my hand

It begs

It pleads

Ignites imagination

The horror grasps

The haunted grinds

Imprints upon susceptive minds.

With facade of mystery

How can I withstand

When the unidentified

Ignites imagination.

I have become inventor

Of eerie unknown

When candlelight extinguished

Those flames depart

To ignite imagination

To make my life a novel

For of horror’s pretense

My mind is occupied.

My rest deterred by fiction

I brought upon myself

That a washing bill from cabinet’s claws

Ignites imagination.


This is a poem I wrote, describing Catherine's vivid imagination as she found the cabinet in her bedroom at Northanger Abbey.


Skyeler

5 comments:

  1. What an imagination, not only Catherine's but yours. Ha! Ha! love Gran

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  2. Great job, Skye! *loves your poetry* :P

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  3. This poem was in my head on Sunday :)

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  4. Wow! This is beautiful. Just beautiful!

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  5. Thank you so much everyone! I had so much fun writing it! (Not to mention the fact I was overjoyed when twenty minutes before everyone arrived I had this idea and wrote it in about fifteen minutes. I was, needless to say, NOT thrilled with my sort of a paragraph essay about Isabella. BORING. [sorry all you people who strangely love essays]) ;)

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