• Michaela

Forest

I found I was a ghost town

Filled with spirits of some who'd been before

Landscape pitted with the robbery

Of mustachioed men

Whose faces stayed off posters

Newsprint autobituaries halo them.

I found I was a ghost town

Indentured voices echoing in empty streets

Incrementally beggared:

Pine to prairie to mine to desert

And left to tumbleweeds,

Never still, yearning for life.

I found I was a ghost town and I

Lined the slapped-up clapboard with dynamite

Laid and lit the fuses, danced in explosive catharsis

Vira de cura, returning to the wild.

How strange--the railway people who'd shamed my barren mercantile

Rail at my destroying the façade,

Insisting I build back that abandoned Town & Co.

I will not have it

My bent is all toward trees,

Limbs lifted as I tap roots through earth,

Twisting with the naked joy of turning

Light to air, sweet'ning deep channels,

Channeling dryad secrets in

My greenling heart.

How it burns! power rising from that knot

Tying me together, my navel a cauldron Spilling smoke and spores and stars across my

Lichen-laced, spell-simple, soul

All capped in blue.

4 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Sand Globe

A hot sun glistening white on gold sand Reaching to the sun crowned ocean, An ocean's-breadth East And to the feet of moon capped mountains A mountain's length West. There is no water Eagerly pursued,

Beltane

My basket is full, filled, flowering, A rooted spark blooming bright Amidst hawthorn blossoms White as a bridal veil And I wind about the tree Like ribbons 'round a pole Weaving life within my body A

Mistakes

I got a nosebleed considering a TikTok about spanking. Telling me to make a mistake So I can learn new things, spread my wings, Set myself free into the privilege of trying. And all at once I was back

Thank you! I'll reply ASAP.