(Poem) Resurrection of the Wild by Sara Wright

Elf House, (c) 2015, Sara Wright

Elf House, (c) 2015, Sara Wright

Outside, one woman’s hammer strikes wood,

spikes reluctantly give way.

Bare hands cut planks, pound nails,

A floor appears where holes once gaped.

The carpenter takes pride in her skill.

Inside, I scent the wood with peppermint oil.

 

Together, we fashion a mosaic of mosses.

Tenderly peeled

from rotting deck planks,

flattened tree fronds

breathe emerald air,

carpet the fragrant ground

beneath the stairs…

 

elf house, once charged by a child’s vision,

rises out of granite stone. Below,

water spills over mica-speckled rocks.

Once a Rainbow Serpent

carved a sinuous path to the sea through glacial ice.

Today this astonishing portrait

of Natural Beauty is mirrored by deep blue sky.

 

Summer solstice, wild rose and indigo. (C) 2015 Sara Wright

Summer solstice, wild rose and indigo. (C) 2015 Sara Wright

Dressed in vibrant lime and luminous beryl

a diaphanous veil

shields the Goddess of Nature

from prying eyes.

This beneficent Wild Mother

shapes her spiral story in Stillness,

repeats the glyph with each unfurling leaf…

 

 

The Voices of the Forest share secrets in Cedar Hollow.

Needles, leaves, trunks, gnarled roots all sing at once*

A slight breeze stirs wind chimes; tree songs harmonize

with tumbling waters.

Two women envision cedar and ferns in sharp silhouette.

Purple on green.

The child sees the ground covered with stars and flowers.

 

Baby finch in cedar at Cedar Hollow, (c) 2015, Sara Wright

Baby finch in cedar at Cedar Hollow, (c) 2015, Sara Wright

Out of the cracks of childhood abandonment

dreaming imagination takes hold—

A fiery phoenix poised for first flight

emerges out of the ashes of longing and loss.

A ruby-throated hummingbird sips sweet nectar,

witness to the power of hope

to resurrect what once was dead.

 

Hawks fly through night visions.

Cardinals herald the roar of pure feeling.

The child hums love songs to Bears

who slumber in cool sphagnum bogs, appearing at nightfall.

Earth grounded, these Wisdom Keepers,

Plant Healers, keep instinct intact.

As Shamans of the Forest Folk,

Bears know the way.

 

All we must do is follow.

 

***Hemlock, spruce, balsam, cedar, alder, crabapple, moose maple, maple, oak, and witch hazel—the idea behind this notation is that there is power in the naming of individual trees—seeing is the first step towards developing interspecies relationship.

Read Meet Mago Contributor Sara Wright.

 

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