Dense Forest Labyrinth...

Dense forest labyrinth

       —the towering opaque ghosts haunting—

Slips of shores in an embrace with the spilled blue bell lake

Whisperings in wisps of spectral fog

      —wandering—

 Lamenting falling star loss

Silencing black winged boughs,

       —extinguishing—

Snifter hush of soft laughter sunlight,  

In a trickling descent through fine eyed needle stitching.

A distant home of stone and bones,

       —beveled panes—

Glows inferno wild,

In a solitary lit flame

       —corridor walls breathing shadow dancer frames—

As the spiritless cuckoo counts successive footfalls

       —stairwell swallowing their ≈ rhythmic ≈ pulsing ≈ spread≈—

The white hearts bleeding and caladium spades speckled

     —slapping _ sliding _ sloughing _ slate—

Collapsing in violigo astral breezes  

      —gasp—

      —gasping—   

      —glimpsing—

Wild spirit,

Learned of natural impulses

—Nature Mother, Spirit Guide—

A foot upon the threshold,

Long ago knit of thistle thorns and wary gargoyle eyes,

An aura of curious wonder,

At a calling moonlit dream’s fearless steps......

.......upon her breast

E.A. O'Connell