Dear one,
the river curves
swifts over
a wounded heart
Blackout – Dear One
changes
Blackout – heartcentre
the heart
center
spoke
wings
Blackout – belonging
you belong
Here where gold
fades
into sheltering night
Blackout – curling into the earth
deep within me turns
curling
slow, moving earth
Blackout – river song
the river song
on bare head
the grievings
when you put in the hours to meet a deadline
With tired eyes, she continues:
flashing silver needle,
pulling scarlet threads behind.
She longs for the sea
to wash her free.
grow
she opens the kitchen door
after the rain,
the garden is fresh
the air is sweet and clean.
she smells the soil,
the berries are bright.
As the dead leaves are blown away
to leave a clear white sky.
she adjusts her energy
and wants to grow
blossom
Seen from afar,
white dressed trees
Up close, delicate white
blossom with yellowpink centres
Earthy vanilla scents
the air, Spring is sprung
slender
Receding into the distance,
a silvery slenderness,
turning purple, then black in the dimming light.
I walk to this lady of the woods
who stands alone upon this moor.
She still claims the light,
as light is everything to her.
Her crimson catkins separate
like wings, to flutter
into the breeze,
a swarm of speckled flies.
Undressing her tissue skin
again and again, she endures
revealing her white graceful
beauty
Living Wild Studios 