Lady Birch
Full Moon Challenge
Once, came a dream
You transformed into a birch tree,
The delicate curse of a sprite.
Humanoid stayed your limbs,
Your caramel sunned skin
Papering in the soft light.
Elongating fingers,
Betulan splinters,
Giving you quite the fright,
Crying tears of thick sap
You begged to turn back,
But the curse was bound too tight.
A crown rose from your skull
And after a lull
The sprite wickedly laughed in delight.
Changed you were,
And for all you deterred,
You wouldn’t walk home that night.
Yet…
With your trunk in my arms,
Bark pressed to my palms,
I knew everything was alright.
Though you’d rooted to the spot,
Your fright was for naught,
For the forest would keep you alive.
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Dedicated to Elise.
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Shea Dunlop
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What a beautiful poem dedicated to a dear friend.