Sep 2020
Soldiers and Fairies and clouds like smoke signals
I run for a bunker today.
To a breath that is soft and has no opinions.
To the owls of Cluny Woods who meet the crows at Dawn and pass the batton.
Enraptured by the smell of dog and mushrooms,
I walk with the unborn holding my belly together.
I run for a bunker today.
To a breath that is soft and has no opinions.
To the owls of Cluny Woods who meet the crows at Dawn and pass the batton.
Enraptured by the smell of dog and mushrooms,
I walk with the unborn holding my belly together.
The breath that has no opinions is the breeze through the trees.
Cluny Woods is in North East Scotland
When I was young I read that to be a medicine woman, one had to have a whole belly..not having a gap where children are born.
Cluny Woods is in North East Scotland
When I was young I read that to be a medicine woman, one had to have a whole belly..not having a gap where children are born.
