Bodach

I stand here awaiting you 
Walk towards me slowly until 
You can see me unhidden against 
The trees that shelter my form. 

I’m here in plain sight daily 
But do you listen? 
As the Bodach awaits you 
Do you think I cannot see? 


What do you expect as I encompass 
Your being, first left, now right 
Lifting your face to mine
Your body shaking in fear of a fate
But it cannot tear itself away from me 


My eyes see into you through you 
shiver at the Bodach’s understanding 
Wish that you were not called here 
This day, time, hour into the forest

Day has turned to night 
Seconds into hours and you will 
Yourself to leave and yet
Until the Bodach says aye ye go

You are here at the Bodach’s Will
Never after this can you jest 
At the power he holds as you did once
You shall smile weakly knowing 

The Bodach shall bring to him 
All and any he wants 
Those woods become his army 
You are less than an ant under him
You no longer doubt his power. 


©Ailsa Cawley 2022
Written for Folktober Challenge 

Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember, devouring the stories of Roald Dahl under the covers by torchlight. I have always loved fairy tales, myths and magic. A good deal of the things I write has some truth in it. Others, not. I’m pleased you dropped by, please feel free to leave me a comment or if you’re kind enough to share that’s fine. ☺️ View all posts by ailsacawley