New Tamlins - a spontaneous response to recycledfaery

[wytchcroft]

and when the words dry up
and we read each others empty spaces
we mumble inchoate in our native state
animals bellowing the wild landscape

is it retreat to fold back into our selves
where skin and bone flaps into leaf 
some crude and ancient magic
21 century Tamlins turned into a tree

speak with your fingers
sing out the wooden wonder
the rough bark
the curves and whorls of me
traced and known

through every transformation
fish or fowl or frog-like features
we strange new creatures
of the prehistoric future

insects scuttling
and the sound of the wind
as the day comes glistening
in the tropical rain

the damp earth listening

for our words are plain.

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Comments

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

aaah!

*sighs wistfully mourning the loss of my lucky opera hat*

and THANKS:))