Poetry 1! Kiss Me Out of the Bearded Barley
Act I: Beneath the Whispering Barley
The sun dips low, a fiery kiss goodbye, On fields of gold where barley stalks stand high. Their bristly heads, a bearded, rippling sea, Whisper secrets carried on the evening breeze.
A barefoot girl, with hair the color wheat, Wandering through the labyrinth, her heart incomplete. She seeks escape, a solace from the day, From whispered words and judgment's cold array.
The barley sways, a rustling, verdant gown, As hidden pathways lead her further down. The world shrinks small, the worries fade away, Lost in the whispers of the ending day.
Then, from the depths, a voice, a gentle call, A melody that seems to rise from all The swaying stalks, the secrets they enfold, A yearning song, a story yet untold.
"Kiss me," it murmurs, soft and oh so sweet, "Out of the bearded barley, at my hidden feet. Let golden whispers brush against your cheek, And find the solace that your spirit seeks."
The girl hesitates, a blush upon her face, Is this a dream, a trick of light, a strange embrace? But curiosity, a spark, a burning ember, Urges her closer, to surrender, to remember.
She kneels amidst the barley, brave and shy, And seeks the source, the voice that floats so nigh. Her fingers brush against a single head, And as she parts the grains, a sight is spread.
A tiny face, no bigger than her thumb, Carved in the barley, eyes of golden glint, numb. A creature made of grain and sunlit air, With gentle smile and secrets to share.
"Don't be afraid," the barley-being sighs, "For in this world of whispers, truth never lies. These bearded stalks, they hold our ancient song, Of love and loss, where we forever belong."
Act II: The Dance Beneath the Milky Light
The moon ascends, a pearl upon the sky, Casting a silvery glow as the stars draw nigh. The girl and creature, side by side they rest, Sharing stories whispered from the barley's breast.
He tells of seasons, cycles ever turning, Of life that sleeps, then wakes with spring's returning. Of hidden wonders in the whispering breeze, And secrets carried on the dancing leaves.
She speaks of dreams, of longing and of fear, Of burdens held, and a heart far from clear. He listens close, with empathy untold, A tiny being with a heart of purest gold.
Then, as the night deepens, a gentle tune, A melody played by crickets 'neath the moon. The barley sways, a rhythm soft and slow, An invitation whispered, a place to go.
"Dance with me," the creature pleads, so small, "Beneath the milky light, let worries fall. These fields of gold, our stage beneath the stars, Let laughter echo, chase away life's scars."
The girl, her heart alight, sheds all her fears, And twirls with him, through laughter and through tears. The barley rustles, a joyous, verdant sea, As they dance beneath the moon, carefree and free.
As hours fly, the moon begins to wane, A pale reminder that the night cannot remain. The girl slows down, a touch of sadness creeps, For in this world of barley, forever she can't sleep.
"Must I leave?" she whispers, voice soft and low, "To face the world, where harsh realities flow?" The creature smiles, a tear upon his cheek, "Though you return, a part of you will always seek
This whispered solace, the dance beneath the stars, The magic held within the bearded barley's scars. For when you need to escape, to find your peace, The fields await, their secrets will never cease."
They share a kiss, a touch so light and brief, A promise whispered, a silent, sweet relief. With one last look, the girl turns to depart, Leaving a piece of her heart within the barley's heart.
Epilogue: Beneath the Noon Sun
The sun climbs high, a relentless, burning gaze, On fields of gold where barley sways in a maze. A woman walks, with eyes that hold a spark, A gentle smile, a memory etched in the dark.
She reaches out, a touch upon a head, And whispers secrets only the barley has said. For though the world may turn, with its harsh decree, A part of her will forever stay
