a fog carries that
pale lost to white
steel rails to hills
raven calling
she brings children
in skirts she gathers
staring straight she
glides barefoot stride
her night velvet
whispered crushing
hand out, calling
my voice hoarse
in the fading forth
to hills
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6 responses to “to hills”
I love the imagery. Especially the first stanza.
Thank you, my friend.
….The Goddess Cailleach came to mind – which is interesting as She isn’t someone I have worked with….
That’s interesting you should mention her. 🤔 😉
Great imagery, Michael – a mother goddess whose children are sent to heal the world, perhaps.
Perhaps. Perhaps she is protecting them? IDK.