NaPoWriMo Day 21: Love, Hedwig

Prompt: I challenge you to write a poem in the voice of minor character from a fairy tale or myth. Instead of writing from the point of view of Cinderella, write from the point of view of the mouse who got turned into a coachman. Instead of writing from the point of view of Orpheus or Eurydice, write from the point of view of one of the shades in Hades who watched Eurydice leave and then come back. Happy writing!


It’s been a long, long time
Since I nibbled your fingers
And felt the gentle touch
Of your loving hand

I remember the day I met you
I was a gift
And you treated me as just that
A magical present

Through the thick and thin
You were never alone
You had a companion
And I had one too

My dear Harry, my dear friend
Of course I understood you
Nothing to be surprised, after all
Love doesn’t need a language

I remember it all
Your friends, our friends
The awful Privet Drive
And the beautiful flights

The last thing I remember
Is a ghastly green light
Then I woke up here
Scared and alone

But don’t you worry, Harry
I’m a free owl now
It took me a while to remember
How much fun flying can be

So don’t you worry about me
You have been as much a friend
To me, as I have been to you
But now it’s time to let me go

Stop crying now, Harry
Wipe those tears off your face
Close your eyes
And see me soar

Soar across the sea
Across all lands
And smile now
For your happy owl

And when it’s time
I’ll be here to greet you
To nibble at your ears
And hoot with joy

Smile now, Harry
And gently
Let me go
Love, Hedwig

13 thoughts on “NaPoWriMo Day 21: Love, Hedwig

  1. Hedwig’s and Dobby’s death were two which I really mourned. And although I loved your poem to bits, I could help feeling sad inside for Harry and Hedwig’s loss of each other.

    But as Dumbledore said, ‘..death is but the next great adventure..’ Thank you for the wonderful poem. I loved reading it.

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  2. Ahh the Harry Potter trend continues and gosh darn it, I need a tissue because you made me tear up a little as I imagined little Hedwig throughout this poem, scared and alone and *blows nose into tissue noisily*. This was a beautiful, beautiful tribute ❤

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