Adventure - #Inktober day 3

Adventure

I would like to go on an adventure.

Sensible boots and a bag of handkerchiefs and snacks.

Feet carrying me far.

I would like to walk away for a little while.

Find a rag tag bunch of heroes to share a meal with round a fire.

Tell stories of desire,

For fame,

For fortune, 

For revenge against a liar.

We will crunch through dying leaves, 

We will find treasure that is not what it seems, 

Leave behind its curse and walk on, and on,

Through field and fen, 

Through dale and glen,

Lose a day of our lives in a fairy ring, 

Enchanted by their glittered wings, 

Then see their teeth so cold and sharp,

And run away with jolted hearts, 

Escape to find only minutes passed, 

And a rest a while before walking on.

I would like small, strange magics.

Music from nowhere that beguiles.

A snake who speaks only in rhymes and smiles,

With a sinister, sybilant hiss.

A foreboding forest we agree to go around, 

(We're heroes, after all, not idiots.)

We will lose one of our number to the elves, of course, 

But he will be happy there.

There will be a tavern, 

And a witch pretending to be beautiful, 

But we listened to the wise old owl,

Are not fooled by her trickery, 

And trap her between two mirrors.

The villagers will call us heroes, 

Give us gifts we cannot carry.

One among us wants to tarry, 

And we leave him, happy there.

I would like to sleep under unfamiliar stars, 

See changing landscapes,

Pick a destination, 

Get directions from a dormouse.

Eventually, inevitably, 

There will be a dragon.

We will fight him and we'll win.

It's what unlikely bunches of rag-tag heroes do.

The princess will not need saving, 

But would like to join us,

Has a bag packed and her own sensible shoes, 

And her feet will carry her away with us, 

Through dale and glen, 

Through field and fen, 

And on to adventure.

Home will be our campfire,

And we'll be home in time for tea.

Stories will be told of our heroic deeds.

They will sing them in the taverns,

They will know us in the streets,

Weary travellers will wonder in whispers,

Of the things we say we've seen.

I would like to go on an adventure.

Please.

Day 3 of my #Inktober poetry challenge. If you like it, let me know and feel free to share!