Whispers from the woods
Whispering, ‘come and play.’ Waking from a slumber, setting out on an adventure. While small feet move, the woods hold still, waiting. When she enters the woods, there are no feelings of malice. Walking along to a song she has never heard before. Whispering sounds calm her footsteps as they quicken. Wise and tall, the old one stands looking at her like her mum. Wondering, she moves closer, as the tree comes to life. Windless leaves seem lifeless, yet there is magic all around. Walking through the entrance, another world awaits and the leaves of the old world rustle and wave.
The forest is full of the sounds of snow-covered trees, scurrying creatures, and the hoot of an owl.
By the lambent glow of the lamp, a witch walks along carrying a song to the trees, the snow, and the Earth.
As she walks, trees bow, creatures dance, and the owl nods.
Dancing within our words,
sitting by the amber lamplight.
Looking at the other,
we see particles of starlight.
Loving what is blooming,
La Luna words by the moonlight.
The door you can never enter,
intricate patterns carved into the door. A child should be seen and not heard, so you dared never enter the wooden door.
Older, you arrive at the house from long ago;
no longer a child, yet you have the heart of a child.
No longer afraid, you are dripping with curiosity.
To hell with it, you whisper, then turn the handle and walk into the room.
Your Grandmother sits at her desk,
within a room of dreams and magic, ‘I wondered when you would join me.’
You smile and take the stars within your hands;
now you are ready for your mother’s secrets.
‘You have always been a witch, and now it is time to become one. Welcome to the heart of our coven, my beautiful Granddaughter.
I wish your mother could see this day, yet you know she still lingers.’
Shunned for being different, blamed for the famine and the storms.
An ostentiferous girl with violet eyes and dark hair, a beauty not fit for this world, was sent to live in the forest.
Walking to forget, to find kindness and a warm home, she stumbled upon a beautiful tree with a wooden door.
Feeling as if nothing mattered, she opened the door, stepped inside, and left the cold lonely forest behind.
The forest spirit
let me walk through the forest without feeling fear.
a glimmer of wings and magic.
Did I dream, or was it a fantasy,
looking into the bathroom cupboard?
a gree fairy flutters before me.
waking up in the bathtub naked.
no, it was absinthe and the cat.
A smile from ear to ear,
as the young one ships through the forest searching for playtime.
Monstrous trees do tower,
and the feeling of them bending inwards is a very odd feeling.
Odd feelings pass, as her
favourite tree approaches, or she approaches her favourite tree.
Strange, as always, she asks for
permission before climbing this familiar one, her safe one.
A flicker of movement out of
the corner of her eye piques her innocent curiosity.
Feeling as though she now has
permission to climb, she climbs the tree steadily, full of life.
Sitting in her spot, she looks
down and sees a boy, yet not a boy; maybe an elf, forest spirit.
Calm, she watches as he walks
away; she calls to him, yet he never turns towards her, gone.
She comes to visit this spot hoping
to catch a glimpse of him again, and to see her friend the tree.
She hasn’t seen him for years,
yet her daughter just pointed and said, “A boy Mumma! A boy!”
sounds from far away,
yet nearer than first thought come to you in shoal dreams.
swimming with sharks,
yet feeling no fear for they are not interested in your ethereal shadows.
sirens singing from far away,
yet their befallen sorrow songs do not sway your mind for you are light and shadow.