Licking the inside of my lips watching the scent of her uncut flowers Blowing daffodil hair in the breeze Aching for a kiss, to be kissed such beauty in the urbanised garden Is she the witch from all of those stories? intensifying scents blur my vision She moves closer, and closer, and closer amongst the long grass, I am defenceless Gone from the consciousness of the living she is present, yet there remains nothing else The natural world appears to be vibrating I am under her spell, her control She straddled me and won't let me be free Alone in the long grass awake from a dream, or was this reality? Dishevelled and soaked my shoes have left me to feel the grass Birds sing about something Lipstick kisses on my feet and hands
Category: nature
A Deep Green Dream
I was here, yet I was there
in a windswept green with
the Northern wind words.
Lost in the deep green, the
moss, and the beginning of
snow falling upon my face.
Lucid dreaming of a dreamed
up land coming to life, the
world around me loses form.
There and here.
Wishing for Nature
I wish for nature to invade my brain
take me from the concrete and steel
show me the end and the beginning
tell me a story about the young sea
stay close to me and guide my heart
teach me about the ancient old ones
sing the language of the trees to me
I wish for nature to tell me her stories
Reflection
Nature’s reflection holds me
in her fragile gaze.
I reflect the bare branches
of curly messy hair.
Lost in the Afternoon
I have been sitting at my computer, floating away in the afternoon sun, looking at the unmowed lawn in the backyard.
It’s nice to take some time to watch without having a deadline, although the backyard looks alive and full of nippy insects.
Saturday is going too fast.
Forest Witch
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.
Peach and Pineberry
Bare branches begin
to grow as the sunshine turns
Winter into Spring.
Rolling down the scented hills
of peach and pineberry.
Colours
From a black and white world, you showed me there are colours.
You opened the door to another world. A world no longer black and white.
Now that you’ve touched me with your colours, I will never see the world the same way again.
Photo – Kristie Bonnewell
Forest of Light
We dance,
move and
weave
in and out
of the trees
to the beat
of the forest
of light.
Bonfire
We stand around the bonfire,
listening to fire crackling wood,
as ash and embers touch the sand.
We think of magical tridents on fire,
as we think of Poseidon and the sea.
C & K 