Woodwitch
by Mental Mist
Grief of the elements - Earth
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 myriad 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
© 2008 Mental Mist
Mental Mist is a transient life form on this vast earth. You can find more of her writings in http://mentalmist.wordpress.com
That is a wonderful epic poem resonant with intelligence and a joy in and control over the language. So many fine touches and mind swirls.
ReplyDeleteThis is errily beautiful ..as a lot of Mental Mist's writings are.
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