Month: April 2021

As a star

You watched me there at the window

Laughing at my dreams, hopes

Of something you couldn’t see

All of it unimaginable in your world

Where nobody thinks they can try

And break from the normal drudge

You weren’t watching on the day

I looked up transfixed at the beauty

Even though death was what I saw

A shooting star burning bright

Dust, burning rock dust shining

In it’s death throes

And I knew then if a stardust can glow

Show the world it’s glow in dying

Mine had to shine by living

Ailsa

©AilsaCawleyPoetry 2021

Written for @PaulBrookes wombwellrainbow ekphrastic poetry April challenge.

Artwork by Jane Cornwell

Sitting here I wait for the right time to show

My face to you each season

Now I’m young again the reborn one

Of our pack no longer hobbling on

The stick taken from a branch to aid me

As the final season aches my back so

I appear withered when I’m merely tired

In need of sleep so I can return and help

The maiden when she wakes from her sleep

Stretching out in all her splendour

Fingers crooking and every year I am

Entranced again and we work as one

Through the trees I watch and wait for her

To return once more

As we are young together we grow old, tired

Withering and wizened in need of sleep

Resting the long winter

So the greenery lives again and I the man

The Green Man and my maiden are young again.

For @thewombwellrainbow. com

Picture credit: Green Man by John Law

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2020