Post by aims on Dec 1, 2016 19:57:08 GMT -6
A raven swoops low across a barren landscape
then floats like a feather
coming to rest on a headstone
coarsely carved
and weathered by time
wedged between the knarled roots and trunks of
closely clumped trees
deep in a wood
most commonly cohabitated
by woodland creatures
and no unnatural thoroughfares
forged by human feet.
The cabin that once stood by the grave marker
had log ago disolved into earth
and all the herbs, spells and potions
all the rituals, charms, and notions
it housed
are now but legend and lore
old days of yore.
Who buried the witch
and marked the spot
has been long since forgot. . .
among the living?
Surely not!
One drop in the ocean of faded memories of Mother Earth,
each part,
what the whole is worth!
then floats like a feather
coming to rest on a headstone
coarsely carved
and weathered by time
wedged between the knarled roots and trunks of
closely clumped trees
deep in a wood
most commonly cohabitated
by woodland creatures
and no unnatural thoroughfares
forged by human feet.
The cabin that once stood by the grave marker
had log ago disolved into earth
and all the herbs, spells and potions
all the rituals, charms, and notions
it housed
are now but legend and lore
old days of yore.
Who buried the witch
and marked the spot
has been long since forgot. . .
among the living?
Surely not!
One drop in the ocean of faded memories of Mother Earth,
each part,
what the whole is worth!
