Foxen
 
 

White bones silvering in the earth.
Dew distorting lenses settle in eye sockets 
Like globules of melted glass
Gone are the memories of rabbit blood,
The sharp crunch of bone,
The sweet taste of marrow on the tongue. 
Months within the Mother's womb,
Of warm earth, maggots, wood lice
And the gentle transforming mercury of slugs, 
Have done their work.
I am awake now,
Hearing the call of the white ghost, the soul leader, 
From the bosom of the May tree.
I follow her silent wings across the silver grass. 
I will howl at the plump bellied moon
And live again in the tricksy night dreams of men. 
 
 


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The Nexus Collection
STARDANCER


Alpha and Omega

Balance
Chanter
Dreaming

Earth Warriors
Elements

Foxen

His Condition

Labyrinth
Now is the Time
Stare

Taliesin
That Day
The Knot

Unshackled
Who




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