The Names Of Stars



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when I was small
the oaks spoke
in
ancestral tongues
of the
Forest Mother

 

spinning twig
and branch
trunk
and root
leaf
and seed
from
the names
of stars

 

lightning cracked
spirit tongued
blue flamed
thunder rooted
words of power

 

sap and blood
we shared
rhizomal dreams
and songs
of wind
and rain
of Sun
and Moon
and deep Earth

we knew
 
let not
these memories
fall
with the
last tree

 

but live on
in each
of us
children
of
the Forest

…………………………………….

image : ‘Forest Spirit’, Rob Purday

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