In deep forest
moss cushions, brown leaves.
Branches take their bow.
In deep forest all are strangers.
In deep forest
I carry my shame slowly.
In light's paucity,
I ponder my place.
Never been worthy
locked down tight,
in the deep forest.
In deep forest
you may think
that I breathe
long in green meadows,
That I walk
in thoughts lost,
That I hold
my lover's hand, fingers woven.
But my heart I pledge
To deep forest.
In deep forest
they call my name,
shame my sex
and spike me cruel.
I feel less then I should
or care to do.
In sweet melancholia,
I find release.
So in my deep forest,
alone I mourn,
the passing of my turn.
©️ Dai Fry revised May 22nd 2020.