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Herbs for a Dying Child
pick young leaves for herbs to make
in cauldron wide in isolated
hut in forest deep
dying child on bed did sleep
waiting for poultice cool
to lower fever on her brow
alas the child went home
next night on angels wings
while mother wept her bitter tears
home she went through forest
traverse un-minding of thorns
watched the shaman sombre at the door
Published 23rd Feb 2021
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Narrative/Word play
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23rd Feb 2021 3:35am
Going into the forest to die alone is the custom in some cultures. Keep on writing.
23rd Feb 2021 3:53am
Yes, I know a place in Japan that you could do that. Aokigahara forest.
Thank you Phantom.:)
Thank you Phantom.:)
24th Feb 2021 5:03pm
So touching sweetheart, with lovely equipoise to its subtle lilt of rhyme.
24th Feb 2021 6:51pm
