POETRY CORNER

We make one of our rare poetic visits to series 6 today, to join January and her three friends on their merry yet flawed journey.

Jan and friends from Shropshire’s vales

Did not make the best of tales.

In the forest’s leafy glade,

Tiny Motley asked for aid.

Sidriss, then, they had to find,

And plead with her to change her mind.

Jan and Motley walked the path

To the roundhouse at Holngarth.

Objects here were on display,

The spyglass showed them, clear as day,

Hordriss with his threats so grand,

But Lord Fear had the upper hand.

Magic powder was the key

To setting frozen Sidriss free.

O’er the lake, via wooden barge,

Sidriss soon made Motley large.

He then gave Jan the magic word

To get past Dreadnort’s threats absurd.

Down the shaft to level two,

Ridolfo gave a number clue.

Lord Fear’s ring was then procured,

But useful info was ignored.

Past Julius and his dud spell,

Sadly, they did not do well.

Hands was looking for the ring,

And Jan just offered him the thing!

Trapped within the magic rope,

This quest no longer had a hope!