03/01/2015: Magic Wands and Alsatians

For today’s creative offering I used three packs of Rory’s Story Cubes to pick nine words/ideas at random, which were: Magic Wand, Hand, Rainbow, Telescope, Cave, Viking Helmet, Coughing, Thinking and Jumping Down. Using those ideas, I created this little poem, entitled Magic Wands and Alsatians. Enjoy.

Once upon a time, in a small cottage by the great North Sea, there lived a man called Eugene Lee.
Now Eugene had a thirst for knowledge, a remnant of when he went to college.
He had discovered all sorts of things, like purple lions, talking mushrooms and big neon rings.
But the one thing he was intent on finding, was a helmet of origin Viking.

Of wizardry he was truly fond, and so he made a magic wand.
He cast a spell, an incantation, and came a bark, a bored Alsatian.
Nothing happened and nothing transpired, which made him feel so uninspired.
He went to bed and slept till dawn, after an hour or so to yawn.

At breakfast he looked out and noticed something new, something against the bright big blue.
Outside a rainbow filled the sky, and then he thought, “What’s that I spy?”
He took his telescope and took a look, whilst his delicious breakfast began to cook.
A cave he saw right through that scope, and then his heart began to hope.

His breakfast was left to burn, as all he wanted was to learn.
He sallied forth to the cave’s wide mouth, which from the cottage was far to the south.
Coughing and spluttering he was out of breath, he felt that he was close to death.
The cave was dark and cold and wet, and so he started to really fret.

He held a torch in his outstretched hand, so he could see what could be scanned.
Jumping down into the cave, he was starting to feel brave.
A corridor extended into the gloom, but at the end there was a room.
But what was there? What was so striking? It was a helmet of origin Viking.