poetry

Dear Fellow Poets,

Here you find a smattering of my poetry, mostly from “Merry Meet and Merry Part,” now available in beautiful physical form over in my Etsy shop, thanks to many supportive folks on the Kickstarter. ♥︎

'Be still. A heart cannot heal fast.
Observe mine shifting hands.
A changing mind whose growth will last,
Must swim a tide of sands.'

Beginning now (April, 2025) I have a poem scheduled once per day, that will take you through the entirety of Merry Meet in chronological order. There’s an RSS feed below if you’d like to follow along for the next year or so (there are over 300 poems).

And when I have time, I’ll sprinkle in some new, unpublished, poems, here and there. Quick dandelion seeds, you know.

merry meet!
Aimee

(updated April 17, 2025)

ps— my writings are under copyright, but please feel free to share my poetry where you will, as long as my name and a link here is included. For any commercial use, please contact me for arrangements.

pps— here is the RSS feed for this poetry blog. I do not send emails or letters for these poems, so an RSS reader is the only way to get notified of a new poem here. For apple users, I recommend NetNewsWire, “It’s like podcasts — but for reading.” I use it to follow many artists on many indie sites.

Be Cursed

With troth complete, I’d not foreseen,

That I’d be cursed then too.

For I was never once a queen,

But songbird, feathered through.

Page 74, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”

Aimee WoodJune 14, 2025Poem

One to None

He spoke of thrones, his vast kingdom,

Too soon we made a vow.

Us two to one, and one to none,

‘I pledge myself to thou.’

Page 73, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”

Aimee WoodJune 13, 2025Poem

Honeyed Words

Such honeyed words poured from his lips,

I hung on every word.

But he was cursed, so long ago

‘Do nothing but be heard.’

Page 72, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”

Aimee WoodJune 12, 2025Poem

Foolish Still

When I was young and foolish still,

A hopeful, tender green.

I met a careless man and fell.

He called himself a king.

Page 71, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”

Aimee WoodJune 11, 2025Poem

In the Dark

On far off hill, a tree once stood.

All grey from leaves to bark.

With no one left to care for it,

It choked out in the dark.

Page 70, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”

Aimee WoodJune 10, 2025Poem

Our Tree

I cannot water any more.

Our roots shot shallow, old.

While you have lied upon the grass;

Our tree grew girdled, cold.

Page 69, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”

Aimee WoodJune 9, 2025Poem

When We Bloomed

Ten years today below white sky;

I watered every day.

And when we bloomed, I stopped to cry—

Our petals, withered, grey.

Page 68, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”

Aimee WoodJune 8, 2025Poem

Twisted Roots

Then it grew quickly, towered up—

So many came to see.

I hid the rotting, twisted roots;

From everyone. But me.

Page 67, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”

Aimee WoodJune 7, 2025Poem

My Worth

Infertile field, I labored so!

I brought it better earth.

I prayed for sun, wished clouds to go;

Success pinned to my worth.

Page 66, of “Merry Meet and Merry Part”

Aimee WoodJune 6, 2025Poem