Resting on my meal of quail
Delighted, I impart my tale
observed upon our nature's stage
recorded on this charcoaled page
a secret now released from age
The Autumn past a seed was sown
by hand of whom remains unknown
before the shady oaken girth
upon a mound of living mirth
adopted by our Mother Earth
So gracefully without a sound
sprouting forth the fertile ground
a single stem rose up to breathe
upon the wind it danced and weaved
the Violet of Midsummer's Eve
Near did I so not to crowd
and deep within the petal shroud
a glimpse of form was spied by me
enchanted now I took a knee
undisturbed, I watched with glee
With movement came the evening hour
unfurled the silken purple flower
a gasp I stifled, truth to say
upon the bed of pollen lay
asleep a faerie of the Fey
Australian born and bred, Ishtar Johnston has been fluttering about the world of poetry and fiction since 1992, only recently coming out of her shell. An avid reader, author, roleplayer, environmentalist and amateur astronomer, Ishtar's love for the realms of fantasy, ancient cultures, science and inspiring biographies from the likes of Kuki Gallmann and Karen Blixen keep her peddling along.
© Ishtar Johnston
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