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Treading the Mill
Bare toes push into the soil,
Round, round, we tread the mill,
Stang drags the ground and plows the earth,
Round, round, the Horned One stirs,
Summons rattle from our chest,
Round, round, the Mother sings,
Sweating, prancing, widdershins,
Round, round, balefire warms our skin,
Glossed with fat and poison plants,
Round, round, in dark we dance,
The world spins as we tread the mill.
Round, round, we tread the mill,
Stang drags the ground and plows the earth,
Round, round, the Horned One stirs,
Summons rattle from our chest,
Round, round, the Mother sings,
Sweating, prancing, widdershins,
Round, round, balefire warms our skin,
Glossed with fat and poison plants,
Round, round, in dark we dance,
The world spins as we tread the mill.
Published 18th Apr 2017
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18th Apr 2017 10:01am
18th Apr 2017 11:44pm
This is unique and very satisfying to read! It has every element needed to complete the circle of a poem,
20th Apr 2017 2:32am
a spinning yarn indeed! welcome to DU! well compiled indeed!
Reminds me, somehow of the "The Devil's Rock", the Kiwi world war2 flick!
Reminds me, somehow of the "The Devil's Rock", the Kiwi world war2 flick!
Anonymous
21st Apr 2017 1:29pm
It works well. I get the feeling of pain and dust as I read it.
24th Apr 2017 3:16pm
Very good poem. It has the right amount of darkness, but it has more to it than that. Enjoyable read.
28th Apr 2017 8:00pm
