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The Glittering Forest

I’m taking flight
But, falling down
Deep into the cold blue-green
With a sea of black underneath.

I should be on top of words
But words, endless universe of words
Are all above me
Pushing me to the black
With the sound of drums far off.

Not hopeless
I can still catch words from the stars.

Wrap my arms around them tight
Till a new deer or some other animal
Hatches to go back into
The Glittering Forest.

But, the sun and the moon conspire
To keep me earthed
In their abundance.
Either that, or the hole of hell-black.
The forest, I can’t be allowed again.


Writer, Blogger, Kate Bush Fanatic

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