GloPoWriMo Day 25: Aisling Poem


An Aisling: A Dream of Weeds

She stood there
true, tall, and buxom,
hips ripe as sunshine, and

ivy twisting around her wrist.
A lattice green, knotweed
spiralling up one leg, and

dandelions, and daisies,
and choke weed tangling
in her hair.
She is faceless, the colour

of sand, though not quite blonde,
and not quite as grey as
the weather falling like a
relic heap on us, and

twigs are in her language.
They blur the hilltop view with
distant purples and lavender, and

she stands there, bare and still
and spidery, and me, I’m on my knees,
wetting her pale feet with weed killer.
And she is unmoved.

NaPoWriMo Day 25: Write an Aisling poem that recounts a dream or vision featuring a woman who represents the land or country on/in which the poet lives, and who speaks to the poet about it. Photo by henry perks on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #glopowrimo #napowrimo on Twitter

18 responses to “GloPoWriMo Day 25: Aisling Poem”

  1. Ouch! That’s good

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  2. The last two lines made me chuckle. I love this, Misky 💕🙂


    1. Thanks, Harmony! 💕

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  3. Don’t do it! Don’t do it, Misky! I’ll be glad to take any weed you may encounter off your hands.
    I had a brownie for breakfast & even though My Beloved Sandra’s gonna drag me outside, later, for some preliminary garden chores, at least I’ll do it with a smile on my face. Like the smile this fine poem gave me. Thanks/

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    1. 😂 Wrong sort of weed, I fear.


  4. Beautiful Aisling, Misky. Love the color play in your poem and the last image is oh, so eerie.

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      1. You’re very welcome.


  5. I’m not sure why, but I really love the line “and twigs are in her language.” Great ending.


    1. Thank you so much!

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  6. I think she’s putting a curse on you 🙂

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    1. She should pick on someone her own size; I never use chemical sprays in my garden. 😂


      1. You’ll be spared then 🙂


  7. SO much to love here.
    “hips ripe as sunshine”
    And that last line! Ohhhhh!

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    1. Funny enough, that last line was an afterthought. I usually write something, leave it for a while, reread and post. That line just came out of the blue. 😂


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