The night she painted
my bark with broken,
bloodied berries,
she foretold
a kindred
fate.
We
were divided
by roots and bones—
a blind harridan and
the willow who
cried
when
a tempest
seized its limbs
and twisted them
like waulked
wool.
She
too had been
bound and beaten,
gouged by men as
savage as
storms.
Sap and
blood descried
two women born from
divergent seeds, reared
in worlds wont of
isolation.
But that eve
beneath the glow
of the pregnant moon,
we called upon Druantia
with the chants of
our mothers
soaking
our wounds.
A chrysalis, we
were dissolved, rarefied,
reborn—The Undying Willow,
her heart beating blackberry wine.
About the Creator
Sam Eliza Green
Wayward soul, who finds belonging in the eerie and bittersweet. Poetry, short stories, and epics. Stay a while if you're struggling to feel understood. There's a place for you here.
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