The ceremony is the beginning and the end. Shape-shifting reveals her hidden desires. Wolves in the forest, life and death are interwoven. A foreign voice speaks; unrecognisable, yet it is her own. Smoke and mirrors, horrors and joys are interwoven. Dancing to a silent drum, the forest can feel the energy. Spirits of the dead rise as the world of the living and death blur. A cleansing of herself reveals a cleansing of the forest; they are the same.
Tag: forest spirit
A Forest Spirit
Softly moving through the snow
No words left to say
Haiku: Forest Spirit
The forest spirit
let me walk through the forest
without feeling fear.
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!”