If you would wake me from this sleep
Just cast your nets into the deep
This need has teeth
Some single guns in Russian woods, add silence,
Start the merest bone vibration. A cavalry rumoured by a soft earthquake. As I lie to listen, all is quietened by the moss. My man and seventy thousand men become confused in my heart. Very clear is a little water droplet, dazzling in the dawn. And all the tiny creatures crawling towards the morning. Lying pressed on the earth, I listen and am mother to all those dying men. Lovers and sons shed in the unrhythmic boom, spine-grasping song, and then nothing but hoof-clatter on slippery, broken weapons. The night falls very velvet.
You, who are so close,
Speak from one thousand years ago.
Recall our shared rituals and signs,
Begin this cool uncoiling at my spine.
Now I shed my outward skin,
I am left bare animal.
Now I am just beautiful bone.
Eyes closed, waiting.
But then, ignited by an ancient spark,
See how my eyes glow in the dark!
That little bird doesn’t want to hear your wild songs. They remind her of when she was free. Every flock that passes her cage, just makes her burrow her head into her muting wing. All those wild cousins spreading seeds of aching joy with their music. Little feather cuts.
This crushed christmas tree scent of a hundred childhoods never lived. A yearning for our forest lives and the comfort fire of a storybook past. A brother who went into the woods to seek his fortune and a sister who pricked her finger and fell asleep.
Walking silent and silent on a pine needle floor. A wolf leads me into some velveteen deep. Hushed in the stillness of those silhouette trees, my hand on my compass and my heart in fear. Though I walk the forest of my enemies disguised, I trust in my guide and his dumb, animal eyes.
This sweet pain under my heart extends a fiery vein into the dark
Luminous firefly warming my palm,
Sowing little fire seeds under the storm.