Here’s a poem I wrote about one of the characters in my historical novel The Janus Brew. The idea was to distill the character so I could get a better connection with her as an author.
She was a reed ready to bend
in the wind that became a storm.
dripping with the river of life past.
She was blown to a foreign field
making do with waste land,
hoping to recover roots
and clement times.
He was a sun warming her
a new bearing on what might be
to fill the starless space
since her father fell away.