Forest Love Story

Day 2! Success! Still not entirely happy with these line breaks, but I’m going to sleep on any more revisions. Or leave them until the end of the month… Yeah, probably the latter.

Forest Love Story

If only I had thorns like
a thistle like
Deirdre,
Deirdre, why are you running
from the dark blue moon
and what can you see from your forests?
Is it true what they said —
never touch the hearts
of men who wash at you
like water?

You found you could not
listen — dressed your ears
in lichen, followed
a pair of righteous eyes
away from your mother’s vine glow.
You know
he is no aurora borealis —
don’t let him soften your jagged edge!
Deirdre, why do we love
those people, planted,
who can only grow into stones?

Look back and what is left
but spider dust and
hollows? Do you remember?
When you loved,
it was like the stars
crashing so was it worth it?
Deirdre, we can only breathe
like bellows – if the world ends
on my lips so
be it. Mingle our ashes,
wan-wandered, and we
can never be far from home.