You say perception changes with perspective
and if you listen to what grows beneath
where slander mycorrhiza will remove your doubt.
and it can grow to funghi of a virgin truth
whispered from the basement far below.
Last night you said you dreamt of us
Did you see the grampus’ dancing kelp?
or from the hidden dell a retrospective spell,
that’s never found in standard issue grimoires.
And will you bind an alder wreath with blood?
for skyclad orgies in our ashen orchard;
barren – left to die from scrump and theft.
Or will you raise again and see what’s here
my heart is sacrificed for your relief
It’ been a while since I wrote to Magpie Tales, but I do it here. If anyone wonder what some of the strange words come it from here, This is my 1500th entry, so cause for a small celebration (for me at least).
December 7, 2014