Novel~

She's a novel with brown eyes,

Her story leather-bound. 

A complex plot in sweet disguise,

Poised there to astound. 

She's seen and sailed the sky,

Seen young and old kings crowned,

Held a child as she cried,

Smiled, laughed, and frowned. 

She's walked where heroes died,

Endured shackles and been bound.

The prophecies in her confide,

In her are legends found. 

Her face is bold... and shy,

Features simple... yet profound.

She cannot tell a lie,

Yet in her lies abound.

If she wished to one day fly,

I doubt any could hold her down.

If she felt the need to cry

Her sobs could not be drowned.

A mystery with knowledge wise

In her mind tightly wound,

Listen to the myths she sighs,

She's a novel, leather-bound. 

Copyright Hannah Scarlett 2013

Winter Stars~

Glittering, gleaming,

A silver swarm.

Twinkling, dancing,

A frosty storm.

Sparkling stars aloft,

Burning flecks of white,

Strewn across the Heavens,

Silent in the night.

Frost-bitten winter jewels,

Frigid, winking stars.

Piercing the darkness,

As little bright scars.

A frozen swathe

Of milky stardust...

Children of the moon,

Glowing coldly gold-rust.

These cold, magical nights

Can never be marred;

Pure beauty dwells in

The radiant winter stars.

Copyright Hannah Scarlett 2012

The Weaver~

A worn pencil stub for sword,

A faded notebook for shield,

Like the knights in her tales,

These weapons she wields.

Writing is a constant battle

'twixt self and inspiration,

Too often characters run away

And defy their given station.

She fights them to submission,

Pins down wayward plots,

Is strict containing them,

Training rampant thoughts.

It takes much practice

To acquire needed skill

In the art of writing thought

Down orderly and still.

But once basics are mastered

The first beast caged,

She can escape through every

Smudged, penned page.

She can see through every mindset

From heroine to foe,

Go places that do not exist,

Except in heart and soul.

Taming words, she is set free.

To wander as she may:

A dancer, or an actress.

Flip through her dossier.

Possibilities are endless,

Do well to believe in her...

For she will be an artist:

Words her silk, she their weaver.

Copyright Hannah Scarlett 2012