to 'In Country Sleep' - NaPoWriMo #18

never and never my boy, 
riding away and away
from the land of the hearthstone tales
to never look back,
fear or believe
that a look cast into the past
might trip you up ahead.

never and never my boy,
fear or believe 
that your Troubles,
dressed in cloaks of Joy -
snarling and snaking,
roughly and blithely 
shall leap -
my boy, my boy -
into a home under new trees
in a sunlit year
to eat your heart
in this house
in your whole new world.


note: 'in country sleep' by dylan thomas is one of my favourite poems ever. this is my reply/homage to it.