to The Listeners by Walter de la Mare
…and the plunging hooves were gone.
The listeners resumed their sleep
as the Traveller rode through the night.
But next morning when the forest
saw the Traveller once more
trying his luck on the sunlit door,
at last the listeners decided
such persistence should be rewarded.
They opened up and let him in
to feast and tell his story.
I had chickened out of responding to Mz Quickly’s prompt to write a sequel to a famous poem, but some words popped into my head of a poem learned in childhood – one that I always found unsatisfying because it didn’t finish the story. Now I have given it a happy ending.