Monday Musing {belated edition}: A Snapshot of the Larger Picture

Photo by Jonathunder

Sweet and musky dirt underfoot
Fallen young blossoms in hair
Lifeblood smeared on hands
A painting of what our Mother would look like

Meant to dwell among the Antlered and Unfettered Green
To dance as a flame and sing of forgotten ecstasies with
The Tongue of Herne
To heal the marred Sacred and protect against
The mechanisms of profanity

Instead I fear to cross the threshold and step into my Life
I keep myself wrapped in the safe and familiar depression of Home
A Feral creature wilfully incarcerated just so I can stay
Far away from Them