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FFM31 2017 - Hob Goblin

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   Life changed that day; the day they invented the electric hob. When fire no longer burned merrily in the grating; when no log or kindling lay piled by the hearth; no flame to relax by, to keep warm late into the night.

   What can a hobgoblin do, with no help to offer, and no ploy or prank to plot?

   The milk, locked away in the fridge, can’t be turned. No fleece to tangle, no butter to churn, and every baby born away from home in a maternity ward where no changeling can reach.

   I will not deny it, I long thought of leaving; of retiring to the country. But hope can’t be killed forever, and tonight my hour will come again. Today, I learnt about lego.
The final day! :party:

This makes me all caught up, looking forward to a month of sensible bed bedtimes - and of loads of reading as I try to work through the backlog that's been building up in my message centre.

Day 31 was a community challenge day, found here: FFM Links - 31 July 2017. I recieved several really interesting challenges, but DamonWakes's challenge's final element was too tough to pass by. The challenge:

Bullet; Green Exactly 126 words.
Bullet; Green Protagonist must be a hobgoblin.
Bullet; Green Don't use the letter S.

After reading through half a dozen wikepedia pages on household goblins and their many cousins, this was the best I could manage. No 's' means no plurals, and very limited present tense - and it's amazing how much of that sneaks in when you're not looking, I can tell you!
Also no 'was' 'is' 'has' 'this'...

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BrainNectar's avatar
This takes an interesting view of modern machines pushing away nature and mythology. I also liked the flow and structure of this poem, very smooth!