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i.ii mythos; inoculation, mondream
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i. mythos of inoculation
It was easy to be wounded by the sea;
to allow the salt to infiltrate my lungs.
Enduring the iron breath, lightning-struck,
as fulgurite veins transform and lend
weight to the descent.
It was nothing to dive,
to spawn gills and swim as a siren.
{When my skull lies with yours,
will you sing with me?}
Always, the in-between.
Human and Other.
I, composite creature, howling
my seven names
and singing the rain down.
ii. mythos of a mondream
It was easy to be wounded by the trees;
to dream of life as a cathedral oak
and root myself in the quiet, misting stillness.
Heartwood pulses a gentle tattoo
in rhythm with thunder,
in intimacy with a becoming.
The sun warm on my leaves, soil cool on my roots;
a monkess divining life through mycorrhizae and
photosynthesizing a pantheon:
Blushing at the sun,
growing by moonlight
marvelling at the nature of bones.
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i. mythos of inoculation
It was easy to be wounded by the sea;
to allow the salt to infiltrate my lungs.
Enduring the iron breath, lightning-struck,
as fulgurite veins transform and lend
weight to the descent.
It was nothing to dive,
to spawn gills and swim as a siren.
{When my skull lies with yours,
will you sing with me?}
Always, the in-between.
Human and Other.
I, composite creature, howling
my seven names
and singing the rain down.
ii. mythos of a mondream
It was easy to be wounded by the trees;
to dream of life as a cathedral oak
and root myself in the quiet, misting stillness.
Heartwood pulses a gentle tattoo
in rhythm with thunder,
in intimacy with a becoming.
The sun warm on my leaves, soil cool on my roots;
a monkess divining life through mycorrhizae and
photosynthesizing a pantheon:
Blushing at the sun,
growing by moonlight
marvelling at the nature of bones.
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Published 6th Jun 2024
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10/15 and 11/25 of 2016
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6th Jun 2024 3:23pm
Hello feral,
this is one of those poems that I feel is there left to sink in quietly. Whatever impact I felt from this and regardless of seeing images of steep cliffs rising from hills or in and between hills I will leave this poem undefined only to rest in its lap a little longer while reading. Gratitude for your pen and being!
blessings
Rianne
this is one of those poems that I feel is there left to sink in quietly. Whatever impact I felt from this and regardless of seeing images of steep cliffs rising from hills or in and between hills I will leave this poem undefined only to rest in its lap a little longer while reading. Gratitude for your pen and being!
blessings
Rianne
29th Jun 2024 00:09am
How did I miss this one? Did you slip one by without being noticed? Respect!
All your writes are like an ongoing, aeons-old process of filtering out time-worn detritus into the perfect set of words, like an ancient, fossilized skeleton emerging from rock & sand with a wonderfully incomprehensible message.
All your writes are like an ongoing, aeons-old process of filtering out time-worn detritus into the perfect set of words, like an ancient, fossilized skeleton emerging from rock & sand with a wonderfully incomprehensible message.
