The Snowdrop

With the arrival of Imbolc I have found my inner bard is stirring.

The Snowdrop by Penny Sinclair

Cloaked in earth where darkness reigns,
I sleep,
Away from Jack’s icy reach,
Whose touch thousands of white feathers bequeath.

Resting within my earthy realm, I stir,
Above me a young maiden sings,
Her voice a gentle flame permeates my sleep,
Enchanted by her song I peek.

My slender form a thread of green,
Joins a growing verdant scene,
Emerging from the woodland floor,
We answer Bride’s beckoning call.

I find myself the first to bloom
Whilst those around bemoan “too soon”
With little colour in which to dress,
I beg some white from Jack’s bequest.