September 18, 2013

Woodwife. ~ Melissa Hawkins {Poem}

I want to be a woodwife

Wed to the color of bark
Billow in waves of steam from your skin
As you sleep wedged between rock and snow
Upon the icy mountain in the dark-
I want hair pinned up in leaves

And children with soil under knees
Eyes green-gold as the new growth of spring
Wake with the cool perspiration of dew
Move like the animals do
Quiet, deliberate—

Hardly harm a petal or rustle a bush
Sing like wild birds with free hearts
I would push
Ever upward to the sky
With my hands upturned
Spread wide

Branch by branch, leaf by leaf
While the wind whips around my waist
Then whispers tenderly into my ear
As the earth holds my place

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Ed: Dana Gornall

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