It’s a firecracker with karate oomph.
No lace involved at this point.
No webs spun, no leaf skeletons
to be collected, analysed, stamped.
It took a while to create the right mix
of mineral and powder,
testing and re-testing until the colours were held high,
shouting, ‘we are to return to our maiden voyage.
We are to return
to the sea and its torrents, its salt and seaweed
and the lights of anglerfish in its belly.
We are to fight the storms and ride them through
until the calm
spreads her fingers across the surface
and we find the land
we’ve always searched for
bit could never find until now.
The homeland of our hearts,
where our roots can be unwrapped
from their protective cloth
and left to spread as they wish.
Treeshallow Musings 