Wayward! Wayward? That’s what they said.
Wayward, because I wouldn’t follow where they led.
Wayward, because I took a different route.
Wayward, as if I were a woodland brute.
Wayward, because I walked a different way.
Wayward! And now I wait for break of day
When the black-hooded man must come for me.
But better hanged than burned in their god-spelled glee.
Wayward, I celebrate the birth of Earth again
On this today, the Eve of Beltane
77 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Prompt: Wayward
crispina kemp 
I can picture a bard and lute chanting this poem.
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Yea. It just all fell together. It worked. The muse was at it again.
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Ah! Lovely! And … how interesting that mine went a sort of similar way. That wayward thing is not a negative to some of us, eh? 😉
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No, indeed not! 🙂
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Great writing Crispina
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Thank you, Sadje 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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🙂
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Wonderful!
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Thank you, Dale 🙂
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Pleasure is mine 🙂
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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I love it when you write these ‘folk’ type poems and stories Crispina, you’re very good at them.
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I am steeped the culture, you could say
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