Woodwitch



she spun out castles far and wide
with the uncut souls of every season
masterpieces from the missing centuries
in every seeking mind
many many castles in the air
one solitary on the ground
guarded with her blood
shelter for her running spirit

they flocked from every land sea to taste
her enchanted houses of amyriad intensity
little air pockets of visceral charm
throbbing with the harmony of sound
from the volcanic flash
to the whispered pollen seed

they swayed in her eternal spell
and she opened her heart in delight
for the worthy to come and see
the castle on the ground
that held her deepest mysteries

their visions of the apparent
saw a vast dullbare desert
in midst of her artistry
they destroyed the ground fort
an easy-ruthless sweep
and begged her to draw more in the sky

she looked down at the remains
of her once beating heart
blood running in its moat
saw them clear for the first time
saw her for the first time
flinching at the twisted shell
that was her in their eyes

she turned her back on they
who wouldn’t see into the trees
who couldn’t dig
to raise a forest for her fort
only lay yellow flowers
plucked from another grave
withering into fluorescent sins
on her bloody moat

she lived drawn within a secret forever
her body marked in beautiful sores
burned memories of every pain
some remembered, caressed
dried depths of broken rivers
others gently laid to rest
the sores that were never hers

 
 
 

This poem marks the (thankful) end of my attempt at articulating the grief of the elements – earth, fire. wind and water.

 

The other poems of this series are sad sprite, in transient and bits of mists

 
 
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6 Responses

  1. A most successful attempt, my dear!

    This is hauntingly beautiful!!
    Your words go with a piece I am working on, and I titled it The Seeker. What a connection when I read your poem! πŸ™‚

    Energies of love and peace to you!

    ~MM – Thanks Gypsy Heart !! Nice πŸ™‚ ! Will wait for it … Love n peace…

  2. You have done a wonderful job. All the poems have a similar feel and language but a different sense or emotion. This one is more narrative and wild. Great work.

    ~MM – Thanks Paul! Its good to see you here πŸ™‚

  3. Despite the diverse images and feelings evoked… very soothing words.
    I love your style!

    ~MM – Thanks Disturbed Stranger πŸ™‚ ! And I yours..

  4. I can’t help but shake all over when my eyes flew all over this, your piece…it is mystical, encompassing, and very inspired! You have a deep lyrical reservoir πŸ™‚

    ~MM – Thank you Tomachfive … It means a lot to me that you feel so!

  5. It is beautiful – beautifully written… have to come back again… the last part – a hint of cleansing… rejuvenating…peace and acceptance. Inspiring nature πŸ™‚

    ~ Preg M πŸ™‚

    ~MM – Thanks Preg M! Glad to see you here πŸ™‚

  6. […] on November 26, 2008 by Mental Mist Hi All, Just wanted to share proudly that one of my poems Woodwitch has been featured a the Malaysian Poetic […]

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