I Woke and Heard a Noise

My apologies to Edgar Allen Poe and his poem “The Raven.” These words popped into my head before dawn.

Once upon a midnight weary,

While I dozed off

Drunk and bleary

Over many a soft and silky

Cushion upon which I snore.

Suddenly there came a tapping,

As of something gently rapping,

Rapping at my cold glass door.

It was rain and nothing more.

Violet & Steampunk Boy, my favorite book (volume 3) in my middle grade fantasy series Rowanwick Witches, is available here (and fortunately doesn’t rhyme):

Violet and Steampunk Boy: Rowanwick Witches