Poetry Post #4: The Wilds

I never really stepped out of my witchy phase that began when I was a young teenager. I wont go into detail, but there have been known to be women of special power in my lineage, if you believe in that sort of thing. In my younger years I spent a lot of time in cemeteries. My grandmother took me to visit my grandfathers grave at least once a week. I would give her privacy while she visited and wander aimlessly through the sea of gravestones. My love for cemeteries and their divine stillness was trumped once I discovered the magic of the woods. Even on the edge of the woods things feel *different*; more alive, perhaps? We once found an abandoned cemetery in the woods (in the middle of the city); that was pretty amazing! But I digress...

The woods are best alone, at night, and during autumn; in my opinion at least. A full moon is a definite plus. Imagine the crunch of dead leaves on a path; the smell of pine and dirt and all of the good natural things; and the mournful cry of a wolf or a coyote on the wind. Darkness and shadows all around, but the darkness is comforting; the moon your silent guide through crisp, spiced winds. I miss that about where I am from. The woods are different here. Here the dirt that I so love is mixed with sand and the wind smells of salt and sometimes sulfur. My hope is that one day I will be able to live in a place where I can wander my woods once again. Until then I have this poem that I wrote years ago; I hope you enjoy it.

Into the wilds

Howl with all of your might

Dismiss your sorrows

Forget your plight

Come run with me

Beneath the tainted moon

Taste the blood and magic

Feel the blissful swoon

Deep inside our hearts

We all hold a secret or two

Feast upon my love

Laying forgotten in dawn's dew

I never pledge forever

For eternity does not exist

But I pledge to you tonight

Just give the blade a twist

Begin the chase of our lives

Through the ancient wood

Show me your power here tonight

Or don your executioner hood

Love is far too elementary

To describe the things we feel

Primal screams and feral sighs

Always follow a kill