As I was picking bluebells in the dell,
I heard a noise behind the gnarled oak tree,
whose branches had been twisted by a spell
that to this day is cloaked in mystery.
What I then saw I promised not to tell,
and won't reveal unless you guarantee
you will not share one secret I expose,
nor will you my identity disclose.
Below the knotted oak's bent limbs I spied
a caravan of snails at crawling pace.
Upon each shell a fairy sat astride,
who rode her sluggish steed with gladsome grace,
so she could be a maiden for the bride,
a princess slim of form and fair of face.
Thus I became an uninvited guest
at ceremonies magical and blessed.
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Author Notes
An ottava rima poem is written in 8 line verses, with each line having 10 syllables in iambic pentameter. The rhyme scheme is ABABABCC DEDEDEFF.
Because this story poem is going to have several verses and because it has taken a few hours to write just the first two, I am going to post this in two (maybe three) parts over the next few days. I appreciate your patience. :-)
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