In my own words I imagine
Powerful gripped pen
Changer of fates
Vision of landscape
Glisten of frost
Cry of curlew
Behemoth mountains
I rewrite the world
I script the movements
Of heaven and
Earth
I am giddy with
Fever
And
Changes to come
In my own words
I write of orca's beach scrubbing
Delight of whinny
Purr of contentment
Call of vixen
Snort and grunt
Bellow and bleat
My hand aches in
Speed-fed ink
Dripping
With creation
Of idealism
Of hope and deep-wood magic
And salt lips
Of earthly bones
And rooted soul
In my own words
© 2024 J.H. Dickinson
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