September 18th, 2019


Two poems

Here's those two poems I wrote while at Shrewsbury:

"Chapel of Trees"
by = Fayanora Arts

Give me a house by a stream that bubbles bright,
And a sky vaulting open to a Milky Way night,
Within a wood of eldest redwood trees,
Clouds clinging to hills drifting on a lazy breeze.

Give me a home with a "chapel" of trees that tower,
A clear bit of forest floor 'pon which to cast a circle of power,
With view at night of a starry sky,
Beauty to make the angels cry.

May I sit in my chapel on a flattened boulder,
A chill in the air for a light cloak, but no colder,
The stream bubbling just a bit out of sight,
My body bathing in full moon's light.

Give me the space far from people, out of the sun,
Within which to strip nude and gleefully run;
Or swim in a pond pooled in the stream,
Free, natural, beautiful - that is my dream.

But give me the means to get back to the city at speed,
And Internet and phone, for these things I'd still need,
And in this means, the room to haul friends,
To invite them to join me in my chapel of trees.

"Oregon Mountains' Majesty"
by = Fayanora Arts

Hundreds of giant green gorilla heads thick and fuzzy with thousands and thousands of green trees, clouds like stream rising from hot heads on a cold morning, gathering around the green crowns like a halo of grey and silver mist, or a cloak of thin grey carded wool.

Not smoke rising from hidden valleys; too languid and living for that. Just more wisps of gossamer moisture.

The heads are not without the scars of humanity, though. Areas shaved away, regrowing, the bald spots of humanity's greed marring nature's magnificent beauty.

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