tonight, i give over
surrender to loam & peat
let mycelium feed while
slumbering between
bile & bog, briar & weed
betwixt both thorn & stone
slipping deeper,
even mortal tethers
may break
tonight, i give over
surrender to loam & peat
let mycelium feed while
slumbering between
bile & bog, briar & weed
betwixt both thorn & stone
slipping deeper,
even mortal tethers
may break
4 responses to “mortal tethers”
let me rest too, between what grows and what refuses to grow any more, in a place that reeks of damp sea and wet skies.
Love this poem, the aftertaste it leaves in my mouth–really well written <3
Thank you very much, Ari — both for the callback response and for your kind words 💙
Don’t let those mushrooms take over (kidding). Not gonna lie, laying down to rest in the woods does sound lovely.
I wonder if I listen very closely that I could hear the fibers stretching as they grow. I wonder what songs they might sing as they do.