Oh Starbucks, goddess of beans fresh brewed. Hear this bard’s plea, inspire my pen.
I speak of Mike; of love he found while stud’ying song and spell so far away
From home. In worlds of magic, demons, wizards, castles, elves and fae,
He found a love that was a crystal far too fine for human hands to hold.
Or something like that. 🙂 My dactylic hexameter is pretty rusty.
Well, if it were a real epic poem I’d actually plan it with the space that needs. And probably reread some epics and mock epics to get myself into the mode. That’s just drabble, really.
Oh Starbucks, goddess of beans fresh brewed. Hear this bard’s plea, inspire my pen.
I speak of Mike; of love he found while stud’ying song and spell so far away
From home. In worlds of magic, demons, wizards, castles, elves and fae,
He found a love that was a crystal far too fine for human hands to hold.
Or something like that. 🙂 My dactylic hexameter is pretty rusty.
you kinda drifted from evocation to story telling prose there
Well, if it were a real epic poem I’d actually plan it with the space that needs. And probably reread some epics and mock epics to get myself into the mode. That’s just drabble, really.
The Lay of Luthien. Yeah, I know… “phrasing”.
Also the King of Elfland’s Daughter, which is technically prose, but it *was* a Dunsany, so…