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Category: Post-OotP Characters:Harry/Ginny Genres: Poetry Warnings: None Story is Complete Rating: G Reviews: 14 Summary: A poem set to the meter of "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe, describing a letter delivered by owl post to Harry one night as he's doing homework at the Dursley's. Hitcount: Story Total: 4256 |
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A/N: This idea hit me out of the blue as I was sitting in my hotel room in Chicago watching the History Channel. I don't pretend to be as good a poet as EAP, but the idea intrigued me, so I ran with it. The meter is NOT exact, so you'll have to forgive that. Besides, this is the first poem I've written since.... uh, elementary school? Enjoy! :) --------------------------------- ------------------------------- Once upon a summer night, as I toiled with boredom’s blight, Over numerous scattered books and notes of magical history past, Leaning then upon the table, I found myself suddenly able To perceive a quiet scratching, scratching upon the window glass. “’Tis some bird,” I reasoned, “scratching at the window glass — Not some evil come to pass.” It had been a long and sly month of summer, early July; I was cursed to remember on this night of events of recent past, I longed to get beyond the thought that kept me long and oft distraught, The loss of he who had become the brief replacement of my father passed, Of the long lost godfather who gave his life to save mine, passed; Caused by evil come to pass. Tried I did to see the folly of my persistent melancholy That kept my mind so ever focused on dark events of recent past, Which now had brought unnecessary dark perceptions to ordinary Happenings t’would not have caused the fear which came in recent past. “Silly Harry, my dear snow owl is what is scratching on window glass, Not some evil come to pass.” I took my time, working slow to make my way to the window To let in my dear and loyal feathered friend who arrived at last I had sent her with a note which was I admit hastily wrote To The Burrow addressed to Ron, my friend of many days long passed. “Hedwig brings glad tidings from my friend of many days long passed, Red of hair, bold as brass.” As the owl perched in her cage, her ornamental brass bird stage, I felt it had been an age since my friend had wrote me last. Eagerly I took the strip of parchment with a friendly nip From the beak of my friend, a beautiful and feathery mass. I quickly opened the message then to read the words wrote there at last Hoping no evil had come to pass. As I read, to my surprise, in my hand I held a prize; The handwriting wrote there belies an author apparently a lass, But who upon the parchment wrote this friendly, warm and soothing note That in my heart did joy promote and throw my mood in sharp contrast. Amazed was I my mood did change, my melancholy mood now passed Thanks to some enchanting lass. It didn’t take me long to reason in this warm and sunny season Who the one who had indeed had wrote the note, this kind fair lass. For in The Burrow, enchanted home, where the fair red haired ones roam, Only one there could be known to write a note like this fair lass. “It must be Ginny,” thought I as I read, “that brought these tidings past. Ginny, fair, enchanting lass.” I found myself in such a fix that this lass with brothers six Whom I had never really taken stock of fully in the past Now had wrote in warm tones soothing, pulling me from constant brooding; The one I had dismissed as the little sis of brothers vast Had snuck into my heart and had my unfair perceptions surpassed. Fair, red haired strong minded lass. It was then it hit me hard this girl I held with new regard Had forced me to let down my guard, my feelings for her new recast The fondness I had long been hiding had been released and now was gliding Through my soul; soon providing all I need to escape the past. My secret fondness new released had helped me to escape the past, To forget the pain of recent past. I read again with quite a thrill the note which came from feathered quill Held by the girl with fiery will; so glad was I the words read fast So strong affected by words sincere that in my eye formed a soft rare tear The words seem meant to hold me dear, her fondness for me never outlast; Her kindness and her friendly nature towards me seemed naught e’er outlast By anything that comes to pass. I lay the letter now aside, perceptions of this one decried, Angry that I had denied myself her joyous companionship, alas! Long had she admired me so, oft finding ways her fondness to show; I did not return her feelings, though, and soon her crush was in the past; Now I find myself here longing that her feelings were as they were past, Admired by this one fair lass. I pondered then, oh what to do? Should on this fondness follow through? No, for when her words review my heart sinks back, its joy gone fast, For upon recollection fair my mood threatens return despair; At last year’s end she did declare her pairing with another. Blast! It seems for naught my secret fondness brought to light for this fair lass, Nothing good shall come to pass. But why if she were paired another would she respond in stead her brother In ways so as my dark mood smother? Oh fair, enchanting, confusing lass! Was she not paired dif’rently before with one who brought no glee? Or yet perhaps it is that she had this lad’s role in jest miscast. Oh may it be that this case proves to be the truth which comes to pass Oh happy, happy day at last! My new found hope must now I try to bring back down from yonder sky As with my quill I pen the reply to her good note of words contrast. I craft my words with gentle care to my revealed secret and fair Admired girl who now I dare hope that her fondness never passed. The greatest gift I could receive would be the fondness unsurpassed Of this fair enchanted lass. Upon my owl I do entrust this letter which its message must Convey my feelings true. Oh gust of wind come forth at last To raise my friend with feathers white to enchanted home and family bright That she who gave me hope this night should know my feelings are as vast, That she should know her fondness felt I share with her, revealed at last, And evil shall ne’er come to pass! |
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