Day Two – The Erl-king
Statue depicting the Erlking in the ancient graveyard of Dietenhausen, in Keltern, Germany.
Hear the gust music my air blows through this reed?
Inhabits your ear, delights all your senses.
A new birdsong, fresh animal track, beads
a sprightly beat, warm summer days, tenses
new sugar tastes on your tongue, blood hums your bones.
Now you see me, in rich purple, rare blue.
Your mouth opens, I reach out, touch your grown
laughter, imprison your youth in situ.
I am your first child who needs shelter, hugs,
clothes, your patience and long conversations.
I am your elderly parents that tug
at their recall more and more frustration.
Enticed by freedom find yourselves in chains.
I laugh and play a sprightly flute on your pains.