Afterward:
Into the Forest
Everything remembered
A catechism of blood
rehearsed by open fires
Of
itself… of itself
Time knotted thick as noose
rope
The cottage window shimmers
between worlds
What do you see
A path of thorns… there was
always Death and Judgment
Three wishes, a shoe by a
hearth, a task or journey
We save our pity for
ourselves, our guises
And ferocity
A spell, a notation of
otherness
Slips
its lead, the changeling passing unnoticed through the room
Or we are rich, or we are
lost
Or we are devoured, again
and again, yet live
What
is spoken was in the mind
Before the stories had names
These landscapes, rivers,
creatures, everything recognised
Everything remembered
Into the forest, the path we
took to meet ourselves
These others
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