Ode To A June Evening - Isaiah Woods

poem read by Timothy Arliss OBrien

Ode To A June Evening
Isaiah Woods

It is the night the solstice does rehearse

When the fairies begin their hectic dance

The air, heavy with echoes of their verse

The merry cricket gently mocks their chants.

And as the golden light tousles your hair

You hear a voice in the silence call out

“Run, wild, naked through the grass, let them stare.

Dance, sing, scream, laugh, cry, wave your arms about!”

And as you lie, the blushing eve does change

Their gown from garish blue to wine-stain pink

The placid void inflates, the world is strange

But then a light! Like little eyes, they blink.

And to the horsefly buzzing by my head,

A big “Fuck-you”, go somewhere else instead.

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