poetry, wildness, women

A forest fire

I’m a forest fire
Dead wood burning.
Away and swimming skywards
Each leaf
Each branch sings
Memento Mori
My lungs packed
With the tar of my
Sins
Until visions bloom
And I see my animal
Coalesce from smoke
Flame. On hind legs
It roars and crackles,
It tells me to breathe
Deep and keep moving.
Nutrients return to the soil
There is growth and
I hope I’ve not lost everything.
But the air is cool
And your attention
Is balm itself

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