Meadow

Katrina Kaye

childhood playground
fallen prey to constant foot falls

the shift of flood to drought
the scorch of day evaporates
morning dew on slick leaves of grass

the numb of night wilts
long stalks of mild green
into withered waste

it always seemed safe here
somehow perpetually permanent

but this world is volatile
it is always taking
turning what is
into what was

heaven dries in the barren heat
and heaves into wasteland
children lose their fairy wings
and become merely human

the meadow transforms
like all things must 

magic is dissected
into practical parts
and disappears