Nicole Mē | Original Poetry | Original Spoken Word Poetry

Hello August

You brought me drummers

And the minstrels followed after like a line of toy soldiers
Just, with penny whistles instead of swords

And behind, a row of real knights
So sun reflecting on sleek black steeds
So bolt upright and strong

I thought that was plenty but beyond them
Was an army of fit fighting men,
No weapons to speak of, sadly, but many did have forked tongues

So August, you gave me the numbers
You made me feel full for a day

Then I turned and saw ten months’ length
From my shadow to their face

And I walked with loneliness once again