Poems (from my little mind)

The selection series (The selection; book 1)

35 girls, 1 crown. The competition of a lifetime

Crispful, warm morning filling the air
Harmony rises, invigorating everyone
Worry free people of Illéa work hard
Laughter swarming a small,  but cozy home

The family of Singer, born of musical and artful talents
The first, sculpting figures, the second, playing the violin and piano, the third, painting pictures, the youngest, still unknown
Known for being fives, three steps from the lowest caste
All was jolly until the fateful day came

Tense shoulders of the selected girl
Her red hair tied like a bun behind her
Wandering mind confuses her in her decision
In joining the lions den or simply turn away

Acquiring a form to be submitted
Thinking thoroughly,  her lover insists to join
Hearing bad news plunder his heart and mind
Steals a last kiss before disappearing through the night

Next morning, farewells are said
Each girl called proudly by their state
Thirty-five ride the plane to wonderous Angeles
Keeping to themselves while others chat

Upon arriving, media meet them instantly
The last girl to descend, a five but escalated to a three stands out
Stopping to talk, sign autographs for the people of Angeles
A favorite about to be known

Hurrying to the castle, dresses are prepared