Yellow daffodils

(Image courtesy: Vidya Sury)

She sat by the woods and wrote

In her tattered journal

A magical fairy tale

Of pixies and gnomes

Of princes and princesses

Of wicked queens and dragons

As spring showered her with 

Yellow daffodils

That brought the fragrance 

Of a childhood gone by.

Writing gave her wings

To take her places unseen.

She created and destroyed

All with a flick of her pen

The woods were her secret place

Her cocoon where she hid

From a world which she felt lost

And it was only the Yellow daffodils

That witnessed this all.

 This poem was written for Write Tribe's 100 words on Saturday.