I'm no expert on poetry, but I can see all the consideration that's gone in to these verses to tell a story. Lovely work! 😀

@sir-cabbage Thanks, Sir! 🙂 Both for the compliment and for being one of my mightily rare commenters... it feeds an artist's heart to have a spot of feedback. 

It's book club season at TLC so I'm back with some poetic musings on The Silver Chair! I will update as we continue...

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Chapter 1/The Answer

They hadn't finished praying yet

When wonder came like a cliffhanger story,

Rich as jewels and sweet and sharp as peppermint candy.

For a moment they had cause to forget

Their sorrows in a blaze of strangeness and glory,

A sudden gift beyond any words they could bandy.

The heavy gray autumn was interrupted.

The words unspoken, already accepted.

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Chapter 2/For Such a Time

Need met need like a handclasp

When the door you opened called you before you called.

You had wanted out of your enemies’ weak grasp,

But he wanted you willing to stand where evil prowled–

To go down from the mountains of the sun

Into the cold and dark and stone.

To reach past your earthly hopes and fears,

To liberate unearthly captive's groan.

Did you know you entered in a bargain

When you crossed the threshold of the call?

Did you know how much you'd dare and learn

By simple needing, when you breached the wall?

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Chapter 3/ Red at Night

The sunset was red at the close of the day,

And so was the ship, as the King went away.

He was well in the evening of his years,

Who you'd seen bright as morning, before all his tears,

When you sailed to the lands where dawn was made;

When his murdered queen was a starry maid

And her son but a twinkle in the Lion's eye.

You didn't know who it was you spied.

You couldn't guess how many years had passed

In the few brief months since you saw him last.

Chapter 4/ Green Light

Know this: her poison shines.

She killed the light of stars.

She leads your heart beneath the mines.

She slinks between the signs

Spinning half-truths into cages’ bars.

Know this: her poison shines.

Her forked tongue, fanged tines

Leave deep and hidden scars.

She leads your heart beneath the mines.

Allies are sent where the giant dines,

Or sung to sleep and dream and join her wars.

Know this: her poison shines.

Only at night he pines,

By day no rebel hope may mar

Her lead, your heart beneath the mines.

Her music purrs and whines

And plays the Sun a fiery farce.

Know this: her poison shines.

She leads your heart beneath the mines.

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Chapter 5

Looming doom will make you cheery

Though your views are rather dreary

Puddleglum, Puddleglum.

Too hopeful for a Wiggle's part,

Dour as smog but stout of heart–

Glum as puddles, Puddleglum.

You expect us to forget your name,

If we do it's to our shame

Puddleglum, Puddleglum.

Bravest Wiggle that I know,

Brought a quest you'll up and go

Bright as puddles lit with sun

Puddleglum.