Thursday, 6 August 2015

new dawn

i am the wild thing that sleeps deep within you
curled dormant for the moment
thread blooms of rose madder through my hair
weave oat grass wreaths to set at my feet
breath the earth
deep and pungent
worm casts dried and scattered to the winds

scar your knees
as you pray to the earth
rise bloodied
stretch free
for a new dawn.

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