Ekphrastic poetry: Kittelsen's Woodpecker
I welcome you, my only friend
To this silence I’ve never had
The trees are protecting us from all harm and sounds
Only a sunbeam daringly enters, touching our grounds
You are so devoted to knocking at tree
Like a guest yelling “please answer me”
I open my heart and stop for a while
Let all the sounds within me entwine
My only friend, I bid you adieu
It has been nice ticking with you
The forest is vast, the road is ahead
Goodbye, I’ll melt, with silence instead