Fingertips split,
sprout tender
green shoots
left unkindled.
Toes lengthen,
grow scaly bark,
rooting into earth
like serpentine
tubers while tendrils
of wind-whipped hair
ascend skyward to
twine about the points
of the new horned moon.
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Shadows & Dust [poetry]
PoetryMost of my poetry is autobiographical. I write about living with bipolar disorder, dating, single parenting, my neo-pagan spiritual beliefs, my dreams, and sometimes popular folklore. Many of these pieces come from my self-published collections...
The Human Element Re-Membered
Fingertips split,
sprout tender
green shoots
left unkindled.
Toes lengthen,
grow scaly bark,
rooting into earth
like serpentine
tubers while tendrils
of wind-whipped hair
ascend skyward to
twine about the points
of the new horned moon.