LOST AND … FOUND?

A little story in verse. Children best not go astray?

When Old Matilda went to school
To fetch young Susan home
She didn’t know, nor could she tell,
That the little girl would roam.

But Susan thought it would be best
To visit ducks at play,
Fun down the mill pond in the sun
Was how she’d spend the day.

She met old Drake and mistress Hen
And half a dozen others,
Ducks with aunts and ducks with dads
And even ducks with brothers.

She played at this and played at that,
She even turned and tossed,
And when the night began to fall
She knew that she was lost.

Old Matilda searched for her,
She went both here and there,
Down the glade and by the woods
And even up the stair!

But no matter how she thought of ways
Both here and way beyond
It never crossed her mind to search
Down by the village pond.

It was the constable who found
Young Susan where she lay,
Drowned no doubt in water deep
Whilst lost in all that play.

Matilda wept at this, her loss,
And gnashed her ancient teeth,
And curled up in her tattered bed
Because of all the grief.

Matilda might have died, but didn’t
For in the dark of night
The young child’s spirit came to her
Bathed in a robe of light.

And when Matilda’s eyes closed fast
And she found some peace in life
Young Susan’s apparition came
And stabbed her with a knife…

Reviews

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

This is quite an interesting story spoken of in verse. Rhyming works well. The characters have been described quite well, though concisely. The search for the little Susan that the old lady does has been beautifully pictured. Keep writing.

[Peter Rogerson]

I'll try to keep writing, but age is slowing me down....

[Vatsal Rohilla (account shifted)]

Ah! Cruel time. Has to happen with all- all are slowed down due to age. Keep yourself well, Peter.