Hey Liberty,

It's nice to see another poetry writer here in the fan art section. I liked your poem and encourage you to continue to write and challenge yourself in the craft. You have good potential and I hope to read more offerings from you in the future.

And yes, I would like to read the Lucy and Tumnus poem.

Windsong

PS. I'm the guy who has the other active poetry thread here at NW.

^^ thank you so much!
so, here is the Lucy and Tumnus one:

"Lucy And Tumnus"

As the snow was falling down
There came a child without a sound
Toward the light she made her way
The light that turned the night to day.

Strange she thought it standing there
A lamppost in a wood laid bare
It's light was shining ever bright
Into the still and snowy night

And then behind her came a sound
Footsteps crunching on the ground
She turned to see a stranger sight
Then any she had seen that night

Before her stood a goaty man
With an umbrella in his hand
The packages under his arm
Gave the scene a Christmas charm

Strangers they were but not for long
And so he begged her
"Come along!
Would you like to come for tea?
Not often do strangers come to me"

And so her lured her to his cave
Of toast and sardines he did rave
But when the tea was done and gone
He then began to play a song

The song he played upon a flute
And the notes began to suit
The dreams that put the girl to sleep
Of fauns and dwarves and mountains steep

When the music stopped at last
She woke to find much time had passed
The Faun sat there and cried and cried
He told her now how he had lied

"There is a Witch," he said to her
"Who's covered to her throat in fur
And drives about inside a sled
And wears a crown upon her head."

She was the one who made the snow
And came to him to let him know
That if he saw a human child
He was to bring it from the wild
And take it to his quiet home
Or else she would turn him to stone

"I was supposed to turn you in
But now I know it would be a sin."
For he had liked her more and more
Since she had stepped in through his door

So faun and girl ran quickly back
Their pace and step they did not slack
Until they reached the shining lamp
That put some warmth into the damp

Once they both had said farwell
The girl made haste to go and tell
Of her adventure in the wood
And of the lamp that shone it's light
Whether it be day or night

Hey Liberty,

I really liked the Lucy and Tumnus poem. It has a melodic feel as one reads it. It tells a story and has a good rhyme scheme. I look forward to reading more poems from you very soon.

Windsong

Those are awesome liberty!

thank you so much! I am glad you all like them! I will post more when I get to writing more!

Awesome, Libby! That's really good! I love your rhyming - sometimes in poems the rhyming seems forced, but yours doesn't. And the dialogue really sounds good! Great job! I hope you'll do more!

I loved the Tumnus one!!! I was entranced while reading it!

Libby! You have a real talent for writing poetry! I loved the Tumnus one as well. Great job, and please come up with more soon!!

"The Lamppost"

A light upon an iron tree
Raised up high for all to see
It was planted on the day
when Aslan turned the night to day

Soon this light would be the guide
for a child who when trying to hide
Had made her way into the wood
where the lamppost high it stood

Ooh, I like that one too! Fantastic, Libby!

"The Spirit of the Trees"

When she could not get to sleep
Lucy walked through woods so deep
and as she walked she woke the trees
Who long had laid there fast asleep

They danced around her, tall and fair
And waved their branches in the air
The joy that Lucy felt that night
was overflowing at the sight

Lucy ran, her arms flung wide
and she ran straight to Aslan's side
for he was there among the trees
Through them blew a mighty breeze

Hey Liberty,

Another fine effort. Keep up the good work.

Windsong

"Aslan's Country"

A sea that is as white as snow,
but ice has never seen
If followed long enough you'll find
a wave that's blue and green
It shoots itself into the air,
it never will come down
Beyond it is a lovely land
and a lovely sound

There are mountains reaching high
And though they reach up to the sky
Snow has never touched their peeks
This land a weary traveler seeks
This is the way but not for you
And in your world it's also true
There He has another name
This is the reason why you came

Hey Liberty,

I liked your description of Aslan's Country. I look forward to you next offering.

Windsong