One dark Night (A Challenge) (poem) by Jackie S Brooks on AuthorsDen

One dark Night (A Challenge)
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A friend sent me the following poem: One fine day in the middle of the night two dead men stood up to fight back to back they faced each other drew their swords and shot each other and if you don't think this story true go ask the blind man - he saw it too!! Author unknown to me. It tickled my sense of humour so I decided to have a go, can you add to the one I have written below, or come up with one of your own. If you can add to mine, I would like to add it to this page, with your name, if you will allow. Jackie <><
One dark night while the sun shone bright In the dark of light came a ghostly sight, Black clad monks in robes of white All short and fat, great was their height. A breeze blew lightly as the strong wind howled Bare tonsured heads were closely cowled, As quick they sped and slowly prowled With deathly grin on life they scowled. Jackie S Brooks (c) 18th April 2004 Their tight fitting robes hung loosely about them As the welcoming villagers who were quick to condemn Quietly slammed their windows up tight As the monks peacefully looked for a fight The drizzling rain did a torrid dance As one monk closed his eyes to glance At the golden hair of the bald headed maiden Who came empty handed and full laden. Calendula Petal (c) 18th April 2004 The maiden fair with skin of black She looked ahead her eyes looked back. The people opened bricked windows high As they looked downward towards the sky. Then fog moved in on this sunny day. The mood was black as all were gay. They happily sang sweet songs of sorrow. Then looked back with memories of tomorrow. Floria Kelderhouse (c) 19th April 2004

Reviewed by Susan Cook-Jahme (Reader)

Reviewed on May 11, 2004

I have always loved that poem...we used to say it over and over as children and giggle our heads off :0)

Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)

Reviewed on April 19, 2004

The maiden fair with skin of black
She looked ahead her eyes looked back.
The people opened bricked windows high
As they looked downward towards the sky.
Then fog moved in on this sunny day.
The mood was black as all were gay.
They happily sang sweet songs of sorrow.
Then looked back with memories of tomorrow.

Floria Kelderhouse

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on April 18, 2004

(((calendula)))

this is going to make for some verrrrrry interesting writes, i can see it now--kind of lewis carroll "alice in wonderland"-ish

creative challenge and write--enjoyed

(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)

Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

I loved this, interesting idea!

Reindeer

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Very interesting poem and topic, Jackie. I will have to ruminate on this one!

Reviewed by Calendula Petal (Reader)

just thought quickly of this while I let my potatoes burn:

their tight fitting robes hung lossely around them
as the welcoming villagers who were quick to condemn
quietly slammed their windows up tight
As the monks peacefully looked for a fight
The drizzling rain did a torrid dance
as one monk closed his eyes to glance
at the golden hair of the bald headed maiden
who came empty handed and fullen laden.

hehehe.....love the idea Jackie......now back to making din dins

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Excellent challenge Jackie!!

Like the idea!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Pamela Kimmell

Hmm....now THIS is a cute challenge! How clever of you to turn that snippet of a poem Carolyn sent to us into this entertaining "form"...I'll see what I can come up with! I can't wait to see what people come up with - if I had some time I'd contribute - maybe I'll stop by later and do just that......