Huldra

Pores aligned as if graphed
by Nature, entering slowly we
devised a temple with stair of
stone and forest frieze.

I was blue in the light
and his in the dark
and never again will
be either.

Fingertips raking the ground
transformed to gentle fist,
tugging the roots of yielding
trees mixed and twined ‘round
the fingers, ascending the arm
through essentia and bark while
sharing the pulp of our tendrils.

I was green in the light
and yours in the dark
and never again will
be either.

Blossoms fade as if touched
by Melpomene, escaping we
raised a door with frame of
bronze and rusted latch.

I was me in the light
and mine in the dark
and will always be both
or neither.

© 2008 Marcy Stoeckel