Poetry Drafts / 8 July 2021

Weed

At the time of writing 
Ignorance was bliss,
I found myself blessed by
The Mistress of Dawntime,
Her embracing feathers &
Juvenile smile

At the time of reading
Ignorance all but rejected,
I found myself grasping for
The straws of crop circles,
The fringe across the forehead
An itching smirk

At the time of judgement
Ignorance long since purged,
I found myself unreachable,
The Mistress a mere memory,
The crops merely 
Weed

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.