#NaPoWriMo – Day 21 ~ Minor Character

The prompt for today from NaPoWriMo is to write a poem in the voice of a minor character from a fairy tale or myth. I’ll be writing this from the perspective of Mrs. Oliver the owl from “Georgie the Ghost” by Robert Bright. This was one of my favorite stories when I was a little girl. In doing a little research on the book tonight, I discovered that there is an entire series! The fact that I am a woman in her 40’s does not stop me from wanting them all.

Last night when I woke, the moon was almost over the lightening horizon

Where in the world is Georgie? His creaking on the stairs is my alarm clock

Each night he has always awakened me-since I was still in mother’s nest

Landing on the attic windowsill, I look through the dusty glass

Only seeing cobwebs and old trunks stuffed with old clothes

Floating down the low branch of the gnarled oak to peek into the parlor

The only soul to be found, living or dead,  is the old orange cat

Taking off, going silently higher into the sky, I call out for my friend

It won’t be long until the night is over-I must find him

Three fields over, his familiar glow catches my eye

Swooping low to greet him, I can hear his mournful cries

He looked at me with such angst in his eyes

That I would have feared him, had I not known him

It seems Mr. Whittaker had nailed down the noisy step

As it annoyed him and his wife as they slept

The man has no idea what he’s done with his seemingly simple act

It may be his house, but he’s upset the entire system

Without that creak, the home will be overrun by the rats

Who sneakily creep through the shadows trying to hide from me

Once I get my friend to stop his mournful crying we hatch a plan

Running out of time, we rush back home to set things right

Georgie gathers the strength to open the window, letting me in

That nail on the stairs is no match for my strong beak

Just as the sun rises, I clasp the entire box of nails in my talons

Rushing them to the hole in my tree for safe keeping

Mr. Whittaker has hammered his last nail in those stairs

Just before I drifted off to sleep, I heard Georgie’s voice

Quietly thanking me for helping him to stay in his beloved home

Silly ghost has no idea how much we all need him here

To maintain order in our little corner of the woods.



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