NaPoem 2023
The Aster Bunny
Bright blossoms named for bodies of celestial light, stars bound to ground,
and from their name, she too, drew hers, for the wonders she drew in dew—
Stories, faces and places of bygones forgotten as tides of time unwound.
Eyes from the sky, Knight of yore through his mirrored shield, looked down
saw traces drawn in fresh strewn dew by a conundrum of stormwashed blue,
between bright blossoms named for celestial lights, stars bound to ground.
She hovered in shadow, moved at the speed of dark, an artist without sound—
fingers, hands, paints, canvases—as alien to her nature and all that she drew.
For she heard the stories, saw the faces in those places lost to tides unwound.
Her touch soft, finer than a most delicate pastel sketch, light as thistle down,
she drew them, those overlooked, rejected, berated, heroes of unlikely hue—
She saw potential, an intrinsic brightness like her stars bound to the ground.
So this wisp of evetide blue told these nonsensical tales to a clouded frown—
her identity, known only by the yellowhammer, who shared the meadow dew.
Amid the bright blossoms, she hid, watchful and keen, as her tales unwound.
And from the heights, the Mirrored Knight saw the journeys of the downed,
the damned…determined. She was their champion, heroes of humble hues.
Tales drawn by a downy tail, Mirr placed in a tenebrous sky, stars unbound—
Aster, a bunny none knew, for what wonders can be found in damp ground?
