Was Guest Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Was guest

I was guest in the woods
-my hosts made Hollywood
-of colours and paintings
-with branches, trees.

The carpet on ground
-at its end, rose, climbed
-like canvas in frame
-that becomes part of wall.

But flat rug of hosts
-which was not only red,
-soared and went very high
-till reaching the clouds.

And they had many shades
-and the forms of grey.

They made shapes, images;
-in one, ran elephant
-to reach a small pond
-and other was tiger
-in waiting to jump, hunt.

And monkey milked her kid.

Drunk I, with the chill
-of breeze of autumn
-was covered and crowned
-underneath blanket, of the leaves.

They raced in bye and bye
-to mothers that fed them
-during their short lives.

Full of joy and tired
-sleepy, full of yawn
-I heard me whispering:
- "If this is what death is,
-colourful, pleasant;
-let me too, go and die."