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Caroline Manrique

~ Aspiring YA and Teen Writer

Caroline Manrique

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The Magic Box

21 Wednesday Mar 2018

Posted by CarolineM in Challenges, Poetry

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amwriting, creativewriting, Poem, Poetry, writing

I’m long overdue posting on my WordPress. The past year has been a whirlwind filled with study of a Masters degree in Writing for Children. I’m now working in a school and today a class inspired me with their poems to jump back on the creative writing bandwagon and craft my own poem. This one is based on the ‘Magic Box’ poem by Kit Wright. Enjoy!

I will put in the box

The enchanting emeralds of the Furatena mountains,
Glowing as green as a field full of fireflies,
Their tears weeping in the wind.
And the great waving wings of butterflies fluttering through the crowded caves, Whispering words of wisdom

A cloth bound journal,
Filled to the brim with stories as sacred as the silent night sky,
Its pages peeling in the yellow tinted corners

A stealthy Siberian cat, poised and ready to pounce on a most unsuspecting mouse,
Her tail swishing in silent anticipation

The memories of a challenging childhood filled with love and laughter,
The thoughts of a dreamer and believer,
And the wishes of a worrier coated in hope

A watch that’s lost its tick,
A compass that’s found its way,
A candle with a flame that flicks,
And an abundance of love that’s here to stay

My box is covered with the feathers of a soft pillow,
It’s hinges creaking as loud as a whisper,
I carry my box wherever I go,
Its weight as heavy as the beat of my heart

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Those Little Rascals With Eight Legs

26 Thursday May 2016

Posted by CarolineM in Poetry, Short Stories

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Poem, Poetry, spider, Story, writing

Proceed with caution for this post is dark and full of eight legged crawlies
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Anyone who knows me knows of my unbearable detestation towards the eight legged rascals. My phobia has become such that as I drift to sleep in the early hours of the night, my walls and bed become covered in the hairy monstrosities that I bolt right up screaming and gasping before sprinting to the door to switch on the light. It takes about ten seconds for my eyes to adjust and for them to crawl away into oblivion. Yes that’s right, they aren’t real, but simply a nuisance fabricated by my overactive imagination. I have no fondness towards the frequency of such a horror, but it is one both myself and my partner have learnt to accept. My fear materialised when I was very young, but it brought back a childhood memory when I would religiously watch a television programme called Spider, a musical cartoon about a young boy who fears a spider in the bath but over the course of the series they become quite the chums.

If I haven’t scared you off already, below is a fun little poem that might just send you over the edge and running for dear life! If I promise never to post about them again will you come back?

She lay in bed to rest her head,
This moment she did simply dread,
For slumber shrieked it’s night time tune,
And the little rascals were due quite soon,
Spider, spider on the wall,
One leg, two legs, eight legs crawl,
He brought his friends to come and play,
A show they will put on display,
Spiders wearing roller skates,
Even balancing sticks of plates,
Sticky webs were weaved up high,
They clearly weren’t ready to say goodbye,
Spiders spiders please don’t stay,
Please would you just go away,
Crawling here, crawling there,
Even crawling in my hair,
You’ve had your fun and webs were spun,
Now it’s time for you to run,
As if by magic the rascals faded,
Who would have thought I’d been invaded

Enchantress of the Sacred Cave

25 Wednesday May 2016

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mermaid, merman, Poem, Story, writing

Deep below the flowing wave, an enchantress of the sacred cave,
A species of pureness and simply divine, lived she and sisters of nine,
Flowing curls of blonde and brown, were braided with a chain of crown,
A giant rock she perched up high, gleaming through her bright blue eyes,
A beauty of flesh and scales combined, this is no ordinary bloodline,
Curvaceous and supple, she really enthrals, Singing to the merman’s call,
Graceful she leapt from her rock to the wave, swimming deep below the sacred cave,
The merman waited at the base of the ocean, regarding her with such devotion,
Nine water pearls lined the depths of the sand, one for each sister she picked with her hands,
Up they swam to the suns own gleam, to live together as King and Queen.

Children of the Night

24 Tuesday May 2016

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Creature, fantasy, Mythical, Poem, Poetry, Story, writing

The Children of the Night, with their devilish little Sprites,
Lived deep within the wooded lands, extending pale hands,
Weaving in and out of trees, as graceful as they are free,
Come and join us troubled one, the Children of the Night, let us help you scare away your little midnight frights

The Children of the Night they were, the darkness they prefer,
Their little Sprite companions gleaming lightly by their ears, they really do endear,
Run with us here in the forest of your dreams, nothing here is what it seems,
Come and join us gracious one, the Children of the Night, we’ll be here to guide you through the passage of moonlight

The Children of the Night, and their wicked little Sprites,
Their dazzling wings of white and grey, flapping as they hunt their prey,
Sinking tiny teeth into grub of bugs and worms, oh it sure does make me squirm,
Come and join us hungry one, Children of the Night, for we can surely help you learn to hunt your own delights

The Children of the Night, they really do not bite,
Their mischievous little smiles so wide, grinning ear to ear with pride,
Wearing furs of brown and red, weaved with their own little thread,
Come and join us freezing one, Children of the Night, let us help you warm right up all snug and cosy tight

We’re the Children of the Night, but young we are not quite,
Five lifetimes have passed before our eyes, we don’t want to say goodbye,
We’ll live here forever under the moon, singing to the birds own tune,
Come back to us lovely one, Children of the Night, there will always be a place for you but for now we’ll say goodnight

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