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| author | Adam T. Carpenter <atc@53hor.net> | 2026-04-05 08:17:50 -0400 |
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diff --git a/posts/2026-01-25-tower-on-the-moor.php b/posts/2026-01-25-tower-on-the-moor.php new file mode 100644 index 0000000..003ed5a --- /dev/null +++ b/posts/2026-01-25-tower-on-the-moor.php @@ -0,0 +1,129 @@ +<h1 id="tower-on-the-moor">Tower on the Moor</h1> +<div class="description"> + +<p> +<a href="https://nat1publishing.com/wcwc/">Nat1's Winter Court</a> is a prompt-driven writing challenge! The goal is to write a short story with specific parameters once a week throughout January. This is my third submission for the fourth week. Get your copy of <em>Winter Court: Year One, 2026</em> <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B0GRGCJXL8?ie=UTF8&dib_tag=se&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.P6OQNY7CnMVR1NvzlNriw55uoLAqWRgKV7YvnNSTlblycrsGvTmM1qr-W4MubFtYqZrLQlTiNcPsR3lrwwYhgQKvldz63JOVkJ3POEFphu3Kz8-FqWYsru2H2Q09Zt_980GMbqJ8caQYwac5YZw54nxAGdHSoxK6feTaJfu2WXfa6dM_Wen2eAwcXlbCY66hEGs8YChjKd9ARRXos6xPTgVM5piP1XNkQ2sn0gNJXm0.pK7Qt86-fJhop6akBeOXQ27ioBaO9IRTLun4nzj22BE&qid=1772932438&sr=8-1">here.</a> +</p> + +<p> +<em>Prompt</em> +<br> + +The cat in the library is essential for everybody’s safety. +</p> + +<p> +<em>Required components</em> + +<ul> +<li>A spiral staircase</li> +<li>A pair of homonyms used in the same sentence</li> +<li>Petrichor</li> +</ul> +</p> + +</div> +<p>In far off place and distant time</p> +<p>Did warming rays of gold light shine</p> +<p>On earth and leaf of grassy moor</p> +<p>Where old rain called up petrichor</p> +<p>’Tween river and deep sea’s embrace</p> +<p>Great arching tower of wood face</p> +<p>And torches bright with orange flame</p> +<p>A library’s figure proclaimed</p> +<p>Where weary minds and feet found rest</p> +<p>And hungry readers’ eyes were blessed</p> +<p>With stacks of shelves and quiet nooks</p> +<p>That teemed with mountains of old books</p> +<p>For these they quested far from home</p> +<p>Some to consult a magic tome</p> +<p>Or maybe ancient tales of dead</p> +<p>Perhaps the secret to good bread</p> +<p>Among the rafter’s bird’s eye view</p> +<p>One could perched see the tall corkscrew</p> +<p>And watch the bustling visitors</p> +<p>Close, open and pass through oak doors</p> +<p>To access volumes leather bound</p> +<p>Did that great staircase spiral round</p> +<p>It twisted up and down again</p> +<p>To airy spire and deep dark den</p> +<p>One not secured by lock or key</p> +<p>For every title there was free</p> +<p>All written truths were on display</p> +<p>To be enjoyed through night and day</p> +<p>Old myth and fact on heaven’s grace</p> +<p>Deep secrets hid in that grand place</p> +<p>‘Mong reams of childrens’ painted scribbles</p> +<p>All these belonged to old wise Nibbles</p> +<p>This Nibbles, guests would speculate</p> +<p>Kept to himself to concentrate</p> +<p>They did not know or failed to see</p> +<p>The true form of this addressee</p> +<p>Since teacher, bookworm, study too</p> +<p>Could truly not be sure just who</p> +<p>He was he came and went as pleased</p> +<p>To rub his chin upon their knees</p> +<p>Mentees ignored his trotting round</p> +<p>The tower’s dorms and maintained grounds</p> +<p>His spritely hunting of white rabbits</p> +<p>And lengthy, lazy sleeping habits</p> +<p>In fact they paid no mind at all</p> +<p>To that cat’s slumber in the hall</p> +<p>Yes, whiskers white and coat of gray</p> +<p>Adorned the master of their stay</p> +<p>Curled up in lap he sometimes read</p> +<p>Whilst getting pet upon his head</p> +<p>Rare times at their fingers he nipped</p> +<p>One man’s notes were freshly ripped</p> +<p>But for their respite so secure</p> +<p>In his great tower on the moor</p> +<p>Did Nibbles have but one lone rule</p> +<p>Books mustn’t cross the vestibule</p> +<p>These writings he would share with all</p> +<p>Should never leave his reading hall</p> +<p>To take a book twas leant not sold</p> +<p>Was certainly a crime of old</p> +<p>In the dark nightfall wreathed in black</p> +<p>Dared bands of bandits to attack</p> +<p>With quiet, skulking thieves to take</p> +<p>His tomes but not for learning’s sake</p> +<p>Whilst raiders leered and lurked about</p> +<p>The cat’s sharp claws did protrude out</p> +<p>Those not asleep up high in dorm</p> +<p>Saw Nibbles in his lion form</p> +<p>Great razors grew from small cat claws</p> +<p>To befit shaggy mane and paws</p> +<p>So massive, gray, and outraged he</p> +<p>Defended his vast library</p> +<p>He crept and stalked the thieves of night</p> +<p>Who wished that they had died of fright</p> +<p>Instead he rent them flesh from bone</p> +<p>And purged their bodies from his home</p> +<p>When twilight waned and dawn arose</p> +<p>Would Nibbles yawn and twitch his nose</p> +<p>Exhausted from his dim campaign</p> +<p>And he became tomcat again</p> +<p>So beast of claw and sharpened tooth</p> +<p>Curled up again on window booth</p> +<p>No reader ever was the wiser</p> +<p>They just presumed him a late riser</p> +<p>And thus the tomcat of the halls</p> +<p>Did keep his books to share with all</p> +<p>For questers coming to and fro</p> +<p>To seek the orange torchlight glow</p> +<p>Not once would they raise the alarm</p> +<p>While on his watch they saw no harm</p> +<p>Don’t try to ask to them; they won’t say</p> +<p>They minded not the cat of gray</p> +<p>Birds and rats and rabbits too</p> +<p>Know Nibbles more than humans do</p> +<p>And keep his secret without doubt</p> +<p>They do not dare to rat him out</p> +<p>Should journey you in place and time</p> +<p>Heed this bird’s warning of short rhyme</p> +<p>Ye burglars had just best beware</p> +<p>The fat old cat with the gray hair</p> +<p>Who slinks among his books and purrs</p> +<p>But after dark he grows and stirs</p> +<p>There’s no place for wayward crooks</p> +<p>Among the stacks of Nibbles’ books</p> |