A is for Annie who jumped off a bridge

A is for Annie who jumped off a bridge
04/05/2008 - National Poetry Month post #5, part of The Unlucky Twenty-Six

Annie Ballou had nothing to do.
Her mother said, "Go to the store.
I need some potatoes and also tomatoes
and carrots--you'd better get four."
She gave Ann a twenty and said it was plenty
and shooed Annie right out the door.
So Ann trudged along and thought it was wrong
to force her to do such a chore,
and wasn't it funny--the day had been sunny,
but just then it started to pour.
As darkness beset her, she thought of the letter
that told of the monsters of yore
that spent their lives stalking all those that went walking
in rainstorms across Marrow Moor.
Ann saw, far off blinking, the city lights winking,
and tried not to think of the gore
that she might become if she didn't run
and get to their safety before
the monsters had caught her or monster-foes shot her,
so off through the raindrops she tore.
she crested the ridge and was nearing the bridge
where old Myrtle was whacked with an oar,
when out from behind her--oh, how did they find her?--
she heard a great crack and a roar
and she prayed, "Lord, deliver!" and leapt to the river
all terrified right to her core.
But what she was thinking as she started sinking,
dragged down by the sweater she wore,
was, "It was so frightning, but was it just lighnting?"
until she was thinking no more.

One of my writing goals for 2008 is to write at least one light verse or poem every week in addition to my haiku wednesday and fiction friday posts. I will try to do this on Mondays.