Wild Garlic

Whistling,
she carries wildflowers
and wild garlic
stains her sleeve.

She is not
from the city

I stare
at the white blossoms
caught in her hair.

My shoes
on the pavement
her hair blows wild.

Songbirds chitter,
pip, squeak
in the bordering trees

in a startling thunder
of wings
they fly.

Her laugh
takes to the sky.

She, an earthed breeze
in a close London square.

I stare
at white blossoms
caught in her hair.

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White Moon and Rose

The white moon
weeps the
color of night

and each of your
tears
is a star
upon the floor.

Red-eyed birds
sing
to your
red, raw heart

and take wing
in the rose-colored
morning.

Though
the color of night
still dreams on
your skin

dawn
dresses you
in softer
pink skirts.

Don’t be afraid
to carry them
both

the pines will
know

one who loves
still walks
in this world.

Blackberry Queen

I am a

strange queen
in a blackberry
robe torn
by thorns.


Seaweed
tresses
ribbon
my hair
and I am
crowned
by the setting sun
in a tree throne.


Laughing light
dances on
the river
-diamonds
no rich man
could buy.


I am charmed
by wildflowers
growing unlooked for
between trees
and I reject
the colors
of court.


They say
I am a
queen
without her
people


but I am your queen,
yours


and if all the land
were dry
I would make
it rain.


This poem is in honour of the Glynn Queen series- I have read Queen of the Tearling and The Invasion of the Tearling by Erika Johansen and thoroughly enjoyed them.

Owl Owl

Owl owl

soft in the sky
your white
strength
flies dark
wisdom
in your
infinite eyes.
You drift
a dandelion
white
as I
rooted to the
ground
know flight
in your
curling arcs
wings delight
Could I fly
with you
and leave
an empty wake?
Could we fly
until morning
without a trace?

Turning of the Year

There is a

dark green

turning

of the world.

 

Fires roar,

scattered

earth mountains

explode

 

great oceans

pulled into

the sky

whiten

into falling

snow.

 

Green spirit, the land

is changed

where you walk.

 

Trees speak

with your breath

 

tiny creatures

are revealed,

illuminated

by your fires

 

you tame us

all wild things

our fiery longing

our oceans of fear

our windswept hearts

until

we begin

again

gentle,

quiet as

fallen snow.