My friends are Star Wars fans. So it’s no surprise that when I asked them what my next poem should be about, they suggested something Star Wars related. Sadly, while I don’t feel fangirly tendencies towards Star Wars , I wrote a poem retelling of The New Hope, so spoilers (Doh!) if you haven’t seen the actual movie.
In a galactic setting far away,
The forces of Light and Dark clashed day to day
The Rebel princess, a warrior of her own, had a plan
But she was caught before her droid friends ran
Carrying her message plea, to the Binary Planet.
With Luke Skywalker, a dreamer boy they met;
Obi-Wan, a neighboring Knight of lore helped unfathom to the unlikely trio
Our heroine’s desperate audio:
“Obi-Wan Kenobi, you are my only hope.”
Take the plans to her home, and find the ways of the Force; could you cope?
Said Old Kenobi to the dreamer youngling
Luke declined, but on searching the plans, Imperials have killed his guardians dear
And so a trauma’d Luke knew he had to flee from here.
Thus marked the beginning of a journey to an uncertain THERE —
That Luke knew not the ends of where.
The quartet became six
When they hired a smuggler and his Wookie
To sneak them to the Princess’s home with their smuggling tricks.
Then — Alack! Too late!
Though Princess fought, the evil-tainted Grand Tarkin
He condemned her Alderaan home to its deathly fate.
“I sense a wound in the force,” Obi-Wan with a tremor said,
“And the darkest of darkness fills the void in its stead:
Worse comes to worse:
The Imperial Death Star lures the motley crew into their hold
Little did they know, it was a crew of motleys bold
From the Base did Luke and friends save the Princess of certain death;
Meanwhile Obi-Wan with his great Force breadth
Had a meeting with the great Ruthless one himself:
Destiny lost, and great Obi-Wan fell
Luke’s grievance his fellow escapees could never quell.
Said the passionate dreamer: “In the wake of this Imperial thrall
I desire to see the Death Star fall.”
He joined the Rebel Squad, though few survived
To fell that Star where evil thrived.
Darth Vader, doer of countless sins
He fought his own with fighter Luke;
The star battle begins!
A leap of faith
Takes its course
When whispers to Luke the Obi-Wan wraith:
“Use the Force.”
‘T would be seconds till the Imperials fired, won the time race
But the Force-filled Luke heeded and destroyed the Death Star base.
The Princess laid honor on the Knight anew
As did she the smugglers, since they helped the cause too.
Darkness stand by!
From where you’ve spawned
We have new souls, ready to right all that you have wronged.
Stars Wars really does sound a type of story that can be turned into epic poetry.