Hamlet of Mine
#PoetryParlour#AZatPP#Day8#H Hamlet of Mine. My hamlet stands, In the hilly slopes, Of a magic mountain. . It has withstood, The ravages of time, To become a fountain, Of thoughts sublime. . Its rustic crowd, Dusty roads, careless beauty, Provides food for thought, Rekindling a fire, To awaken the poet in me. . The magic mountain, […]
Harridan Hattie.
#AZatPP #day8 #letterH . Harridan Hattie crept up one day And frightened the neighbourhood kids away. Oh! She fumed, she cursed and she spat She didn’t spare even the measly cat. . Harridan Hattie sat at her window And scowled for the sun bothered her to the core. Behold, there was a knock on her […]