Looking at the OctPoWriMo prompts that I missed, I saw that day two’s theme was ‘changeling’ and the poetry form, the minute poem. I haven’t written on of those for a long time, so here goes…
They came when all the world was dark
Before the lark
Had risen high
To sing the sky.
They took my child who was so fair
With golden hair
And left instead
A dusky head.
I think I see in his brown gaze
When music plays
A fairy joy—
I’ll keep this boy.