A pixie a nixie, a fae all day, To these I must say oh me oh my, oh what am I to do on this fine day, this fine day in early may with pixies in the air and nixies in the sea the fae of the day, all around me.
“Will you barter for your garden?” the familiar stranger taunted.
His haunting talk caught on a loose thread in my heart, recalling time and battles fought.
Make no mistake about the fae. I must admit I was afraid, for I have seen my adversary
tear out the grass’s screaming hair, poison the soil with atmosphere arid, strip the baby branches barren, shave the landscape clear.
I need not obey him. I have in my hands a ***** and around this place an angry hedge. He can not prevail unless I show him the way.
“No,” say I, “No bartering in my garden today.”
This one was for the poetry class I'm taking(!). The assignment was to write a rhyming or metered poem. I decided to use assonance focused around the letter "a" as much as possible. This is not a way that I often use rhyme. I really, really like it. It stitches the words together without feeling to sing-song or structured. If you scroll back to my stuff from a year or two ago, you'll see that I used a lot of line-end rhymes and lots of meter. I don't like the way that kind of structure feels anymore, but I also don't like writing poems that ignore the use of sound. This is a happy medium for me.