A Poem a Day (555): Goodfellow

 
I wrote this one for JD Mader's writing party at Unemployed Imagination - head over there this weekend to read people's stories and write your own. Cheers :) 

Goodfellow 

Goodfellow shelters in the forest niche,
seeing by the light of the fireflies,
their golden glow coursing through the trees.
He has far to go, but here he fears the wolves.
They keep to the boundaries, shadowing,
not drawing too near, watching, aloof,
but he sees them, sketches in the dimness.
 
Sticky roots hold him down, the dirt cleansing,
twilight’s leaves comforting his rest.
Here is solitude in broken times.
Ice breaks beyond the forest, flooding out,
its flow creating a severance, the deepest cut.
Pages upon pages; a rock upon the ages.
Life trickles with the falling rain,
light fingers tapping on a hidden path.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, February 15, 2023