Wishing you all, despite our strange circumstances, a gentle – or maybe lively – coming-in of summer for MayDay, Beltane, today. Warmth and blessings to you.
I've been frantically busy with many things, of which more anon.
Here for you is the May excerpt from a longish poem in my book Bardo.
Entering the Wood
Where
the periphery path
is a flattened hemisphere
in fact it’s
half a heart
*
entering the green eye of the woods
you go naked
as in the presence of a lover
or a god
stripped of the might-have-been selves
and all that is not now
or here
crossing the threshold with the whole of you
and all that fecund body stretched out above, around, below you
*
the old gods linger still
where the trees have eyes
and twigs finger your passing
stories in the soil and the palimpsest of history
which is here, now, as we are, flickering, present – not vertical, of time,
but horizontal, stitched into the green spaces and throbbing around us –
in the language of wodwose and dryad
flower maiden and green man
and the green lady kneels with her earth-dark hands
and the wood is a living and fertile presence
there are voices here
*
the moist darkness
the bursting soil
its unthinkable numbers of lives
their separate rhythms pulsing
as one
© Roselle Angwin, 2011
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