Day 25 of NaPoWriMo – Today’s (optional) prompt is based on the aisling, a poetic form that developed in Ireland. An aisling 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. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that recounts a dream or vision, and in which a woman appears who represents or reflects the area in which you live. Perhaps she will be the Madonna of the Traffic Lights, or the Mysterious Spirit of Bus Stops. Or maybe you will be addressed by the Lost Lady of the Stony Coves. Whatever form your dream-visitor takes, happy writing!
i’ve never lost sight of you lately, in my dreams and in people i see
you’re the one thing my heart’s been crying for months now
with tears in my eyes i saw you walked me through my own childhood
the games that children play, to which i failed to do
’twas so fun seeing you skip and hop; shout and yell.
you were there too maybe when i was talking to a friend one afternoon
as i couldn’t get you off my mind, you keep coming out through my words
the things we would have done together, and the places we would have visited sooner
the friends and relatives you would have met around
would surely be happy and gay just by mere mention of you.
one night you showed me how your growing days would be
carefree and jolly, that’s how you want your days woud be
you walked me through the playground you wish to go
with the slides and the swing; you taught me to be play along
i swear i’d do everything just to keep you and see you smile all along
i swear i’d be keeping you company in all that you wanna do
i swear to be fun around.
i never lost sight of you and i never i wanted to, for i got your name
tattoed in my heart, in my mind and in my soul
you will be loved and remembered wherever you are
just promise me, you visit me always in my dream
show me places you’ve been to, show me things you’ve done.
make me the happiest by witnessing you become the wonderful woman i’ve always thought you’d be
losing you is tantamount to losing one pontentially good human being
come back anytime soon let’s read my favorite childhood books
let’s master multiple wordgames or we could play hide and seek; a game mama failed to do as a child.
but first let me start by calling you Mikaela, which means “one who is like God”.