I hear the call of the cave
World’s colours grown too bright
There’s no one left to save
Only the inner blood red light.
World’s colours grown too bright
I retreat into the shadow
Only the inner blood red light
Golden field lying fallow.
I retreat into the shadow
Drink deep from the well of me
Golden field lying fallow
Dancing sweet to the spell of me.
Drink deep from the well of me
There’s no one left to save
Dancing sweet to the spell of me
I hear the call of the cave.
The wild inside me
lives on the edge
of the stream
where gnarly roots and bracken
dip their toes
in the water.
I follow
my shaggy wolf heart
down
to the rocky crevices
that run
with the mountain’s medicine.
Black fox feet,
all muscle and movement,
awakening to the call
of the poetry
that beats in my belly.
Down here
there is no time
but the present.
And the arrows
that show the way
are drawn with twigs.
The rushing brushing music
of the waterfall
carries my thoughts
to another lifetime,
when I was always
in this:
fully immersed
in the cradle
of life, death and rebirth;
cycling its deep meaning
into my bones.
The art inside me
throbbing life
through my veins.
In your presence,
the carousel pauses
its whirling.
Colour and shape
sharpen into view.
Here I am.
Thank you heart,
for your patient humility.
While I go off galavanting
through the noisy thicket,
You await:
silent, precious;
my breathless return.
We walk together
She and I
Through the stream ribboned valleys
Past magical doorways
Framed by ivy
Cobalt blue paint peeling
Handles stiff from neglect
Broken parts of things lost
Between the floorboards of my mind
The playground sing-song,
Holiday cottage of yesteryear,
That checked shirt I wore,
Purple and black,
When I was eight
But wait
I’m not mourning girlhood
I’m dreaming myself into maturity
Growing into the one
I’m scared to become
Yet free now
To walk this path
To the gate
Of my medicine garden
Asking noone’s permission
To turn the key
But my own
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