Nostalgia

It would seem that in every post I am apologising for not writing more often! Mocks are fully underway at the moment, and after following the art of procrastination for many weeks I feel some work is necessary. I subsequently have little time to compose anything, but a solution has been found.
Whilst going through some ancient schoolwork I came across a poem I wrote age ten. It merited an 'Excellent' from my teacher, with 'effective description' but she was most likely trying to encourage an optimistic youngster. In any case, here it is, a tale of the Queen of Narnia, from the inimitable Lewis classics.

Queen Jadis' Ride

A white mountain of towering rage
storms down the street,
Horse tormented in a terrible cage
of wild terror, and heat.

A figure comes forth, tall and strong,
with eyes of icy stone.
To this world she does not belong
so please, send her home.

Teeth bared, heart of flame,
fierce elegance about her.
No mercy shown, as she came
so fast she is a blur.

"Faster beast, faster!" she shouts,
whipping the horse recklessly,
Will he live? Many doubts,
still slashing carelessly.

Who is this new terror?
She is......Queen Jadis of Charn.



Typical ten year old, riddled with melodrama!