Had some inspiration and felt like doing some writing.
This is a villanelle (a certain poetic form) that might be good for sharing with those who don't listen to authority.
For those who don't know: fey, in this context, is referring to a state of being in unnaturally high spirits - a demeanor once thought to precede death. This is not a reference to any manner of enchanted creatures. Also, bairn is another term for children.
Instruction Ignored
by Shannon Nichols
When night is new and long waits the day,
Where sorrow grips what is lost by time,
The storm comes and all is washed away.
Longing for that child's caution in play,
Kind Mother warns in old tale and rhyme,
When night is new and long waits the day.
Yet now at dusk with help of youth's fey,
"Ye child forget of sweet lover's chime:
The storm comes and all is washed away."
At peak of pitch with no wit to say,
Cries of fear reveal neglect's cold crime,
When night is new and long waits the day.
As winds are chased through skies darkened gray,
As when seas chop at the tides' forced climb,
The storm comes and all is washed away.
Bairn were fond of, on beach by the bay,
Caverns' nocturnal myst'ries sublime,
When night is new and long waits the day,
The storm comes and all is washed away.
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