The Forest and the Female.

 

 

 

 

A road through uncharted forest,

 

The space between dense trees,

 

My boot print in a puddle

 

Her feeling of unease

 

A shimmer on the surface

 

An invitation to explore

 

A plea to every woman

 

To search the forest floor.

 

 

The feeling that she oughta

 

Drop down her blood red cloak

 

And find and feel and think and free

 

And fumble with the point

 

Where does each forest leave us?

 

Where do we leave the holt?

 

 

How can we thread

 

The mysteries of each and every leaf,

 

Each bird or tiny beetle

 

And every vibrant bee,

 

Each fungus and a sapling,

 

Our woodland destiny.

 

 

For when we find each truth, each name,

 

Our story shape will breathe,

 

Be something new and shout-out

 

And of this world so sweet,

 

A paper cut of words

 

To free a forest’s sweet mystique.

 

 

Gather musky words up to the sky

 

See how they float and fall

 

And knot together puzzles

 

To find a way for all,

 

A footpath through lost plantation,

 

A gap between two trees,

 

A trail to mark the dust

 

That brings us to our knees.

 

 

Help me seek each heartroot’s tale

 

Breathe stories with a sigh,

 

Place each tale in a patch of light

 

And water it; let’s try

 

To light this ancient land

 

With lost lore and with song,

 

Seek shelter in the Forest.

 

Together we’ll be strong.

 

2019 Still a work in progress