The novel I'm working on now is written partially in verse. More specifically, in incorrect verse. Sasha takes poetry forms and bends them just enough to fit what she needs to say.
HUSH
Here in the darkness,
crickets call and night birds sing.
I know to keep still.
DEAR MR. STONE
If you really tried,
you could be a little more
totally clueless.
TODAY
Window panes rattled
with anger and thunder, till
the sun went away.
JUNIOR'S VISIT
“Sasha, why don't you
talk no more?” he wants to know.
Wish I could tell him.
I don't know much about writing poetry, and neither does Sasha, but I'm having fun learning along with her!
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I can't wait to read it when you've finished. :-)