Saturday, 3 May 2014

Scatter woods
The heart would were my thoughts unwalled,
Marry to dissolve in the swaddling scape,
Like sap from a tree, the vital spirit dipped
In honeycomb, play host to my lot
That I may reap the harvest in the eternal hour
And drench within to loosen the knot,
A keener joy distilled in the canopy
That draws my breath as if to replenish
The morning dew – resplendent in the tracery,
Rustling leaves mute the silence
And root my tangled feet among the trees
Where shadows espy semblance,
Altered in attendant nature I stood
To quench and dally – copious, to trance
The unbridled tread in the scatter woods,
Like an ancient eclipse that awes the sight
To multiply the plough by the sun and moon
A wooded scape unmasks the day from the night
And baptises the fettered mind into light, Breaking
Through the finest thread of natures original shroud.
by Jenny A Jones

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