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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3460 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Green Man #4 Laurie Byro Tonight I loosen the pelt of my body and shimmy under budding trees. I’ve shaken off the old life, released her into the crisp of spring. I’ve knit moss, bone and thistle—left our amber- eyed bastard in an open field, vacant but for the keening of the moon. I peer into a triangular face, lap a puddle by the birth-howl of our kin. Briar and holly encircle my sacrificial tail. I was woman and vixen, changed over and over to accommodate flesh and fur. The coolness of the green forest embraces me, our un-born runs with us as we follow one another, torch-red eyes glowing. Figments who turn in the dark. |
