"Untitled" Imagery poem
by: Alanna Johnson

My bare feet on the harsh, icy dirt path only make my travel more testing.
I clutch my wilting, thorny rose with my left hand,
My other hand brushing back and forth against my light, cotton dress.
A rustle in the dry shrubs reminds me I have to keep focused on my direction.
Through the thick, forest trees, I spot the full moon, vivid, shining moonlight.
I hold out my right hand, and whisper “ÅëÜôå óå ìå” in a chant-style voice.
“Come to me, Come to me.” “á óáò ôéìÞóù” “I will honor you, I will honor you”
The goddess Selene has answered my call, as a handful of moon dew appears in my hand.
Moon dew is silky soft, sort of a gel-like consistency, silver in color.
As the goddess of the moon, it is her duty to protect humans from the Atrox.
As a daughter of the moon, I am here on Earth to see that everything stays in order.
My journey has not yet ended, but has only just begun.

I near the end of the path, the moon have sunk below the trees, down towards the dark horizon.
Behind me, the sun will quickly catch up to me, dawn has arrived.
I end up in a field of grass, already noon; the sun’s warmth spreads through my body.
A pleasant feeling comes to me, like a mother would a lost child.
Everything feels as if it is in the right place, no worries, and no fears.
I look up at the sky; a radiant light blue glows up above.
Pink, fluffy clouds soar by me.
I start to walk, green, fresh cut grass below my feet, tingle there senses.
I sit upon the hill, staring out into the vast space out ahead.
Birds chirping a high-pitched song, wind whistling almost silently past me.
All past memories forgotten, I shall stay here for eternity, waiting till the end.