I lived beside a river of stars.
One day I saw a bird
fly into the water
and thought him dead.
Then: a knock
at the door, a place
by the fire, three days
without a word.
I fed him porridge oats
and pumpkin seeds.
He sat by the window,
looked up at clouds
with his black eyes.
Where are you from?
What can I give you?
No reply.
On the third night he set
the moon in my hands,
wrapped in a tea-towel
like a porcelain plate.
He opened his wings
and flew into the sky.
In dreams I followed him
along the blue road.
The stars lit my way,
shone with a gentle light.
I did not feel the cold.
And with me, the moon.
From NaPoWriMo: Today, I challenge you to take a chance, literally. Find a deck of cards (regular playing cards, tarot cards, uno cards, cards from your “Cards Against Humanity” deck – whatever), shuffle it, and take a card – any card! Now, begin free-writing based on the card you’ve chosen. Keep going without stopping for five minutes. Then take what you’ve written and make a poem from it.
