My Love
For I found you in the forest,
you with your ancient arms and legs.
When I found you, there was silence,
for we did not need to speak.
For I found an ancient tree,
and
you taught me so much about love.
Tag: forest
Favourite Tree
You cried on the inside
when they cut your childhood
tree down for the fire.
You met her in nature,
a beautiful tree, you thought,
swaying in the forest.
Then you drew her in
charcoal on fine parchment,
for everything about her
was your favourite tree.
The Forgotten Dragon
From a forgotten forest
at first, a whisper of wolves
and longing for the sea
Taken from the office
transported to a world of snow
and a tyrannical sheep
Staring at the Timberwolf walls
the wolves howl for you to save the pack
and be a dragon once more
A Pack of Two
Forest deep
darkness setting in
tree whispers
A pack of wolves
moving towards the moon
full moon howling
You and I
becoming the story
in the forest
All the light
that you bring to my life
this meaningless life
With you, life is a journey
this pack of two
a kiss for my wolf princess
The Ceremony
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.
Snow Forest
hypnotic snowflakes
a forest shrouded in my
warm winter dreaming
VSS: A Familiar
Running in the snow. The forest disorientates you.
The face of a wolf in the distance clams you. A familiar.
You slump against a tree.
Too young to freeze, yet too old to endure the middle of winter; distant voices sound.
You wake from a fever.
The cat licks you.
Haiku: Bond
A dark bond binds two
standing in the cold forest.
Death covers the ground.
The Door
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.
Anchored: The Wolf and the Man
My mane is unbrushed and dirty,
there’s no snow for me to roll in.
My matted mane disgusts me;
once I was snow-covered, clean.
You saw me padding in the snow;
paw-prints, fur shaking, a look.
You caught me in your embrace,
free to be, yet anchored to you.
My soul remains free,
yet the cage you gave me is cosy.
I will stay if you take me back to
the snow, brush my mane clean,
and say the words you must say.
C & K 