Two Women In A Field Of Grass - Poem by Eric Peters
Two women in a field of grass
Holding hands at night,
Left with right and right with left,
Their fingers intertwined.
One tall, the other blonde and small,
Leaned back against each other.
Words lifted up and spilled across
The boundaries of night.
Near the border of the silent trees,
Against the shadowed edge he stood,
Listening while they spoke.
You cannot wait another day.
I will wait, was her reply.
For I’ve been waiting all this time
Almost longer then I know,
But when I stand among these stars,
That wait seems very short.
The tall one turned and spoke:
You are not made of these,
And pointing at the sky,
She traced the Lady of the Chair:
Segin, Ruchbah, Cih,
Achird, Schedar, Caph.
She named them all
Who held her there,
And who holds you she asked.
He could not hear her answer.
A sudden wind against the trees
Blew leaves against her voice.
But looking up he saw the Queen,
Resting on her throne,
Then looking back across the field,
To where the women stood
He thought he saw a trail of stars
Spill upon their hair.
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