English 302a Poetry

“No Faun”

By Sarah Manuel

The lurch of hunger lured me there,

To icy scapes without a care.

I crunched and waded my way out

And tiptoed down the frozen stair.

My breath I saw come forth in bouts,

Like water laughing out the spout.

A light gleamed off my cloud of glee

And drew me on without a doubt.

The source, with pride, shone through a tree.

Its neighbor glistened happily.

Who knew a lamppost’s fiery light

Could resurrect Aslan’s country.

With hope and fear, my breath held tight.

I dared not move so I’d catch sight

Of Mr. Tumnus’ black umbrella.

But no faun hooves tracked snow that night.