Napowrimo Day 19
The Prompt:
Write a poem that recounts a creation myth. It doesn’t have to be an existing creation myth, or even recount how all of creation came to be. It could be, for example, your own take on the creation of ball-point pens, or the discovery of knitting. Your myth can be as big or small as you would like, as serious or silly as you make it.
My Response:
Rainbow Child

In leafy forest glade,
amongst meadow flowers fair,
heady floral fragrance
hung heavily in the air.
Still, she sat in zenful peace,
as daydreams drifted by.
A breeze blew the tallest leaves
and whispered softest sighs.

With eyes closed, she observed
a world of scents and sounds.
Then she pushed each thought out
until silent mind was found.

Maiden so serene and soft,
in state of inner calm,
exhaled long, stretched aloft
her slender ivory arms.
With slight move, turned her face
to the golden orb on high.
Reaching with delicate grace
plucked insight from the sky.

Again she reached, caught more;
glints of wisdom and of truth.
Pulled each near her fairy form,
where they glowed, brightest hues.

Nimble fingers worked thereon,
wove gems into ribbon tails.
Multitudes of colours shone
as fluttering bright yacht sails.
Her fingers worked into night.
Ribbons stretched to the stars.
Weaving kindness, peace and grace
into finest work of art.

The Gods saw the modesty
of this gifted fairy child,
whose work simple honesty,
from a soul so meek and mild.
They raised her up to heaven.
Forever she will remain.
Her ribbons stretch across the sky
when sunlight meets the rain.
