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Walk 4
Walk 4 Lolesbury
The sky is white blossom
without stamen, 'out stem,
banana leaf confetti
nay corn leaves and rye.
I walk turned earth tender,
pack it down, feather to stone.
Bless the barbed fences, treelines,
arrowed path without arrows,
the boots filled up
with dew juice and cotton,
legs laced in bramble
and bloodwine. I don't mind.
Find a wood to encase me,
'longside stream,
sit with the birdsong and moss,
let it cripple me through confession.
The sky is white blossom
without stamen, 'out stem,
banana leaf confetti
nay corn leaves and rye.
I walk turned earth tender,
pack it down, feather to stone.
Bless the barbed fences, treelines,
arrowed path without arrows,
the boots filled up
with dew juice and cotton,
legs laced in bramble
and bloodwine. I don't mind.
Find a wood to encase me,
'longside stream,
sit with the birdsong and moss,
let it cripple me through confession.
Published 4th Apr 2022
| Edited 5th Apr 2022
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5th Apr 2022 00:54am
“Let it cripple me through confession” has got to be one of the most complete end liners I’ve ever heard. And not just the vulnerability of that, but the reciprocity of the natural world reflected in ourselves.
These walks are making me long for things I need to remember. Thank you for number 4 x
-M
These walks are making me long for things I need to remember. Thank you for number 4 x
-M
