She shivered in her lantern cell
Hook placed her in it very well
He turned the lock and took the key
Left no escape that she could see
Till Peter comes I must keep warm
She hugged herself during the storm
Snow fell about and swirled outside
I shant let Wendy know I cried
Colder still as time went by
But in her cell at least was dry
She banged the glass and cried aloud
And saw a kind face in the crowd
Let me out! Take pity, Smee!
You are a good man, this I see!
He had not seen and did not hear
Her twinkling voice has lost its cheer
She looked around for Peter dear
It is so very cold in here.
This was inspired by a post on friend Despina Yeargin’s Facebook page more than a year ago. The photo had a little lantern on a stone bench surrounded by snow, and she invited poetry responses. This was mine.