The Poetry Book

Alive

I stand tall in the fields

Lit from the match of a dying moon

Ablaze in my mind's eye

Farmers wish to cut me

Down at the leg

Rooted to the ground

All I can do is cry

But they can't hear me

Soon my body will be feasted on

That's what my brethren whisper

No one will care, that once I was alive

While under an angel's feather

(This poem was inspired by Monet series, Haystacks. As well as Still I rise, by Maya Angelou for her use of personal pronouns and descriptive language.)

This is a personal favourite 😊