Hiding a tree.

Take me to the desolate place, where no man goes,
And let me sit and gaze up to the hill.
Take me to the place of rock, and summer-living snows,
Where I can stand in silence and be still.
Let me taste the wind that whips the spring-fruit rain,
And let me feel the velvet touch of night.
Let me drink the endless wine of autumn once again,
And let me set the endless wrongs to right.
I will ride the winged horse, and fly out in the dark,
And I will run and breathe the starry sky.
I will dance with dragonflies, and sing songs with the lark,
And in the golden light of sunrise I will die.
Across the hills, and through the vales, let the eagle soar
And carry wordless voices on a sigh.

A single wing beat floats, waves crash on the shore
And with soundless raindrop-tears I softly cry.

© 2ndwitch, 02/08/15

No going back.

Each step is treacle-bound, the effort of
Keeping open those eyes is almost
Greater than humanly feasible. Yet.
Still, forwards, forwards, and still
Forwards, there is no other route.
There is no other way, the roads
That used to be open are now shut,
And the turnings marked 'no entry'.
The white line never ceases, bending
Round corners and pausing. Yet.
Still forwards, the relentless hum of
The engine is mesmerising the driver.
And forwards, only forwards, there
Is no other way. Yet. Yet. Yet.

© 2ndwitch, 17/06/15

not nuts

spaghetti comes in strands that twirl and twist
like slippery string, and that knot themselves like
macrame that will not stay together, but that
seems to create a new image then dissolves
into a different wormy mass of wriggle.
should it be forced to be a different kind
of pasta, to become tubic macaroni that sits
quiescent on the plate, and that gobbles its own
way into the sauce, like vacuum pipes
or sections of the connections that link
oil rigs with containers?
or should it be made to spiral itself into
fusilli, and rotate around a dish, like
tadpoles that have been lulled into a
state of pre-frog torpor?
surely it does not matter what shape the pasta
is, for it is pasta, and as pasta it is part of the
great universe of foods that can be cooked
and eaten?

© 2ndwitch, 21/10/14