I was debating whether or not to start a separate blog for my poems and non herbal writings, but have reached the conclusion that trying to compartmentalise myself into sections like that just might be a recipe for disaster! So, in the spirit of rebellion, here is one of my most recent poems 🙂 Those who read it will probably guess I am an introvert… 😉
Silence and Solitude
I cannot bear this crowd about me,
these people, talking at me, expecting
that I will make meaningful conversation back,
in a language that defeats me.
Cornered, I become feral, and turn,
bared teeth and claws exuding hollow menace,
head lowered, growl choking my throat,
and they cower, hurt, believing me uncaring,
when all I crave is silence, understanding and kindness.
Give me instead the quiet,
solitude, early mornings,
dew sweet and mirror bright with promise –
scented with a thousand flowers and drifting mists;
for my people are not yours, they do not
speak with the thousand tongues of mankind.
Instead, they are leaf silent, wind tossed,
bark and bough, and flowing stream.
Many tongued in silence, they speak only the language
of seasons changing, of mist and mornings,
and moon rise on the endless world.
I wish only to walk the Old Ways, trackless,
musical with the sounds of birds and
corn before the wind, a silken torrent.
Let me learn the language of silence,
that I may converse with forever, yet
breathe in only this very moment,
Let me inhale the wheel of the year,
redolent with the passage of time,
enchanted to the very core of its being.
Let me be enchanted to the very core of mine,
wild child, wise and fey,
embracing trees, walking muddy and barefoot,
dancing with the wind at dawn,
careless and heedless,
yet fully alive.