Make us laugh or cry or at the very least feel something (like a poem!). Please make it a story with a beginning, middle and end - not six adjectives, not a cliche and not advice. For me, that would mean being in the wilderness. It can also be an experience that feels like poetry to you. Since April is National Poetry Month, let’s talk about what you consider poetry - in six words. Poetry is defined as “literature that evokes a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience or a specific emotional response through language chosen and arranged for its meaning, sound and rhythm.” Your short story doesn’t have to be about an actual poem or a poet, although it can. It’s a poem I grew up with, thanks to my father who loved poetry and often recited poems, especially this one - written by Lewis Carroll and featured in his 1865 book “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.” But together, as we face betrayal and taking down the worst monster of all, we’re determined that we will be the lucky ones after all.“You are old, Father William,” the young man said/ And your hair has become very white/ And yet you incessantly stand on your head/ Do you think, at your age, it is right?” He doesn’t know that Tony isn’t the only one looking for me. He’s determined to protect me, but he doesn’t know all of my secrets. At first, I’m not sure if I can trust the man, but the more we get to know each other, the more I realize that he’s funny and kind of sweet. I just have to learn how to wield them.Īfter Shepherd gets me away from Tony’s men, I discover that he’s a survivor, a fighter, and the only person who seems willing to help me when it feels like the whole world is against me. And sometimes, those two things can be a bigger weapon than anything in a time like this. Soon, though, I learn that Shepherd has a heart and a brain. My chances for escape look pretty bleak when I’m handcuffed to Tony’s bodyguard, an intimidating man named Shepherd who apparently loves tight shirts and seems to be amused by making my life miserable. When I’m tossed into the trunk of a car, I realize that what little luck I have has finally run out-especially when I find that Tony, the man who’d abducted me, is planning on using me to get back at my father.
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