The fire warms us,
melting each wound
until the recall dies away
Tag: recover
Invitation
The doorway opens as soon as the leaves are trampled.
Eyes watching from knots and branches,
bulging out their curiosity even as the shadow passes through.
Eagerly they follow it, only for the tree spirit
to blow them out and close the gate,
keeping the secrets within
so no whispers may spread on the wind.
When the sun sets on the third day
If we could trace a thought from brain to mouth,
I wonder what form it would take?
Are the thoughts that get stuck in your throat
giant corks,
bottling your voice
until so much pressure builds up
it pops off and
everything comes gushing out at once?
What if they’re shaped like rare jewels
and are followed by a thief who disconnects the wires so your voice isn’t just held back,
but lost altogether?
Do you build up more walls,
or travel up the staircase
to reconnect the circuit
as many times as it takes?
Modern Art
Your mouth parts slightly when you sleep on your back,
eyelids as soft as if they’re painted on.
You spend so much time animated –
jumping from moment to moment –
that at first it was strange to see you rest.
Then I learnt that this is the only peace you get.
They call
And now those cosy sheets
Patchworks of flannel and cotton
Flutter open to let you in
They say lie down and ease
Those shoulders of yours
Take refuge from the world
Do what needs doing. Go
To sleep
Treeshallow Musings 