The night was getting older and stars did brightly burn, all was silent you could hear the world turn.
Again she was at her potions and her books searching for the answers for which she yearned.
She had freshly gathered herbs and flower petals which she had gathered in the early morning dew.
Spells and ancient writings , a thousand books or more, she must find the answer because she’d promised to.
Looking deep into her crystal ball for the answer she deeply scoured for
But answers all eluded her which vexed her so, it vexed her so much it truly made her head sore.
Each evening she burned the midnight oil determined to find an answer she neither ate nor drank
Health began to fail her and deeply her soul and spirit sank……………..
Her quest did all but consume her as she searched for answers for you .
willowdot21 
Jun 11, 2013 @ 02:34:54
Love the storyline in the poem Sweet Willow, (and the pre-Raphaelite painting too, they have ever been favourites, so colourful and Romantic ) You can feel her desperation to find answers. hugs aplenty lovely friend. xPenx
Jun 11, 2013 @ 07:46:31
Good morning Pen I am pleased to hear that I go the urgency of her search across. I love the pre Raphaelite paintings too such simplicity yet richness of colours. I just felt she fitted the story so well. Hope you have a good day, hugs eternal. 🙂