Polar

Polar Mar 2016

Fallen

In the darkest cloak of night

I chanced upon a wondrous sight.

  An angel sheathed in streaks of light

Kept stumbling on the ground.

Its legs were weak, as sanctuary,

It begged to keep, in church.

Silence pounded the ground beneath its feet

As it waited for dawn to break

And take the weight it carried.

Eventually it came to see that it was not alone

And with company came the strength to atone.

Falling fast upon its knees

It quick confessed to the disease of sin.

Within its tone I heard a groan

As all things it said had only led it to pain.

The darkness lost its reign as daylight came

And within a glittering shower

I saw the power of love.

Within this place I’d found a grace

As forgiveness allowed the angel

To take its place above me.

Returning to its dome shaped home

I saw the angel carved in stone.

Its tranquillity was plain to see

Within features of serenity.

When leaving I found a single feather

Nestled on a bed of heather flowers

And knew that I’d been there to see

That love empowers all.

Polar Mar 2016

Dark Places

I come from where the flowers don't grow

As dark a place as that.

I come from where the flowers don't grow

A place streaming with black rats,

Herded together they roar in flow

Of teeth and fleas

So all who sees

Will scatter.

No matter.

I come from where the flowers don't grow

I gain my sight

When the moon doth glow.

Polar Mar 2016

War of the Fey

One night as I roamed soft about

I chanced upon a tiny shout.

Then when I looked down on the ground

Was careful not to make a sound

In shocked awe my dark adjusted eyes

Saw fairies fight spiders under starlet skies.

Using sticks as spears they attacked their prey

Trapping spiders away from light of day.

As I stared in wonder I heard a voice

"When battle is over, help us rejoice."

It was not a sight I'd want to see

My first instinct was to turn and flee.

Spiders hunt fairies like flies for food,

You see them on webs dried up and chewed.

Fairies hunt spiders for food and skins,

Providing food and clothes for kith and kin.

At long last the fearsome spider lost his fight

And was quickly taken away from my sight.

The fairies took their prize with glee,

"Spiders on the menu for tea."

Almost at once a banquet appeared,

I ate food so sweet my plate was cleared.

With my stomach full, my eyes grew heavy,

And enchanted sleep soon overwhelmed me.

I saw beauty and grace, some horror as well,

As I was held there as if in a spell.

I awoke in a field, with no-one nearby,

And watched as a spider devoured a fly.

Polar Mar 2016

The Walk

My son took me for a walk to the moon.

Leaving our house on a warm night, in June.

The owls they hooted in woods we passed,

Our senses alive, we, hurried on past.

Bats whistled by as they flew high and low.

Creatures hunting in the midnight glow.

By and by we reached a small town,

I gave a yawn my son gave a frown.

We were quiet as mice as foxes played,

Raggedy creatures with red coats frayed.

Our mouths watered on city lit streets,

Bakers rise early to make special treats.

As we wandered on by scents filled our heads,

Neither of us ready to yet face our beds.

But soon it was time to hear the dawn chorus,

Glorious birdsong sang just for us.

The sun did rise and the moon recede

I admitted to sleep I did need.

As daylight came, the moon lost it’s reign.

Stars faded away and white clouds came

Our eyes searched the sky for sight of the moon,

All trace of it gone our mission in doom.

We looked at each other, admitted defeat,

Sat down on a bench and rubbed tired feet,

Agreed to go home, to our beds, to find sleep.

Soon we got back, tucked up and fell deep.

In dreams we did fly to the moon and stars,

Circled round Saturn, felt the heat of Mars,

Travelled the Galaxy faster than light

Following our dreams, finding delight.

I was walking with my children one day when one of them said "it looks like we are walking to the moon". I thought of him and wrote this.