Heather- The Snow Leather

# INTRODUCTION :

Being inspired and going through much narrative poetry made a strong desire in me to write one that holds the imaginative life every girl wishes for.

While writing this poem, gave me the chance to prove myself and my writing skills.

The book is mainly written for girls who feel that they are worthless and hopeless.

This book speaks about why women are the strongest and why they should not call themselves worthless.

This story tags a grandmother praying to have a granddaughter as a grandchild when her daughter-in-law was pregnant.

Surprised, the daughter-in-law couldn't imagine that she wanted a girl, instead of every grandmother's wished for a boy.

# POEM

When the murky day goes off,

The day comes on enlighting,

In the shine of the north pole in the City of Alaska.

A sparkle comes out when her feet touch the snow-covered land running to reach the house of Santa Claus.

Chased by her black-footed ferret,

Put one mind to her alluring beauty,

Covered with a black hooded cape.

Suddenly gets hit by a Marshall,

She felt goosebumps,

As she bumped into him.

He couldn't resist seeing her,

The innocence in her eyes talked so much about her.

It was said that she had some supernatural powers,

As her grandma's sign before she flew away.

It was given to her granddaughter,

Her grandmother wanted her powers to be immortal,

She prayed to god to build the power in her granddaughter's heart.

Before death, her granddaughter was brought up at the North Pole.

She was called a lucky charm,

Her grandmother's soul was watching her,

A gloom of black shade was dimming with her shadow.

She got terrified of her identity,

She didn't want to have powers,

She agreed with this statement,

That with powers come responsibilities.

Yet heartened with stamina,

She later felt lucky to be beside her grandmother,

Which she never could see,

But feel and heed her courageous tales in the City of Alaska.

In those wintery shades,

The Marshall was lost in admiring her,

Lost in thinking about her name.

He knew she left at the North Pole,

Daughter of Jerry, the fisherman,

And granddaughter of Luna Agatha, the woman with supernatural power.

Living with her father,

Being the only daughter,

Spending time with her naughty ferret.

And he was lost in her reflections,

Wants to know her name.

Guessing Frosty, Sophie, Winslow,

But her name he didn't know.

Yet, she was also lost in thinking

about Marshall, Jericho.

She was suffering from animosity,

To save and protect people,

To maintain the enmity between crooks.

She was in search of serenity,

With it, the cold winds touching her cheeks,

Giving her chill vibes of breeze.

Under the drooping tree,

They meet with roses in his hands.

A mutual gaze of peace,

And the unearthing of the lost mate.

As a falling cracked branch,

She screamed saying the power of Agatha,

There he tags her as the snow leather,

That cover of leather can save people from getting into any trouble.

Eventually, she was illustrated by people,

As a supernatural woman,

A scream from her animal friend,

A polar bear,

Who stood in front of her,

And bowed to the next queen of Alaska.

She started to be known as the snow leather of Alaska,

The protector of Alaska,

And soon she was titled Heather- The Snow Leather.

# CONCLUSION:

This story holds the message of women being God's strongest creation. That she can break, and join, whereas she can hold all life crises. They may not be physically stronger than men but are emotionally and mentally the strongest of them all.

Heather is a like of innocent, but not stupid to handle the hardest situation. She balanced carrying her responsibility and the love of her life.

A polar bear was her grandmother's pet which she found when she was lost in identifying her powers. At once, it became her ally in saving people from Alaska's biggest challenges and enmities. When the grandmother died, it was left broken. Soon, he found out about supernatural endeavours in Alaska. Soon, Heather was announced as the next saviour of Alaska from rivals.

THE END...

- Z.S Han