Childhood Imagination Sows Seeds of Future Brilliance
Lechlade is here again! And I will be reading some of my stories written in verse in their poetry tent. Here is a snippet from Is The Sky Sad?…This one is not in verse, but it DOES have a definite rhythm. And the wonderful Gretchen Del Rio will be illustrating it! And it comes straight from Nana’s heart to you!
Snippet from Is The Sky Sad?
“The purple path seemed to snake round and round. It was very hard work climbing, even though she was taking it slowly; even though she followed only one stepping stone at a time; even though winding round the mountain made the climb less steep than if she had tried to climb directly upwards; even though, at times, she was sure that the path was actually the coils of a snake and just as slithery.
Around and around. Would the path eat her? Would her climb ever come to a satisfactory end? Sure enough, without being eaten, she suddenly found herself on the mountain’s summit. It was still raining and had been, the whole time. It did not seem odd that she stood on top of a mountain. She didn’t want to look down, so she looked straight ahead. In front of her was a very strange tree with words growing on it. They chattered and argued and whispered, and some of them even shrieked! Yes! No! Why! Not! Me! You! Won’t! Will! Should! Shouldn’t! Do! Don’t! Light! Dark! Fear! Courage! Bad! Good! Night! Day! Happy! Sad! Start! Stop! These were just a few of the words rustling and squabbling in the breeze that jingled-jangled them all about.
Lily liked the sound of some of the words. She did not like the sound of others. Not quite knowing what to do next, she waited. But nothing happened. “Choose!” This word seemed suddenly louder than the others.
“Must I choose one of you?” she asked.
The tree rustled, and words clamoured for attention, “Yes!” “No!” “Maybe!” “Possibly!” “Probably!” “Uncertainly!” “Certainly!” “Likely!” “Unlikely!”
Copyright Niamh Clune 2014