Godrun

• Ophelia Thomas, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2021

The eyes of that being were bright but cold
Like a blooming green leaf
Floating across an icy wind channel
The ghostly moon shifts its light
Accentuating her curves subtly
That thick starry hair, from her scalp
Falls to her shoulders silently
Whispers race across the tips of the reeds
Expressing a forbidding
A dead-like calm collapsed over the field
The being looked so; delicate
Like one prick of a needle to her soft finger would call death
The girl’s image now flicks suddenly to a peaceful wood
Her sharp features soften slightly
So content in her breathing
Like a cracked icicle
Just floating along the surface of a soothing sea
The she-girl’s name was Godrun.