Barna Woods

 

Ah, the scent of faeries
hiding in enchanted woods
smelling magic and glistening dew

chartreuse carpets cover rolling hills

like comfy winter quilts
as sunshine filters into treetop crowns

ferns bow to the wood mouse
darting cross my path
adored woodland
safe haven, sanctuary

Moss tightly round the tree trunks
like bandages wrapped on soldiers’ wounds

craggy roots reach like old fingers

grabbing earth

decomposing leaves turn to muck
soggy path beneath my feet
as molasses mud coats my boots
shelter of dark forest
leads me into eventual light

 

Mystical refuge: Barna Woods

Janice O'Brien

Toast

Obsessed I am with toast
it’s what I love to eat the most

Smeared with butter, cheese or jam
make a sandwich
eggs and ham

Don’t serve me warm bread
only hot, crispy, brown toasted

is what I want to be fed

 

Janice O'Brien 

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