Pagan Poetry – The Underbush


Image – Jenny of Omnia

The gentle breath
Of a Moth’s wing
Winds of change
In everything
The world quiets
There is no rush
The thorns and posies
In underbush
The gateway opens
The fae elope
The trees sing songs
Of the mountain slope
The wolf eyed girl
Howls at Dark Moon
The river bends
The journey, soon.

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One Response to Pagan Poetry – The Underbush

  1. Dani says:

    Lovely, I really enjoy the kind or shorter more rhythmic cadence of this one, it spoke to me. Love the fact that there are pagan poets out there, and that they’re GOOD haha.

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