Harvest at Lughnasa


I got caught by some briar

as I walked out through the thick brush

of a place I’d thought about

through the long hours of night

Maybe it was in my dreams

the thought was still there

in the morning when I woke

in the darkness just after three

I bleed easily brushing crimson

smears away I thought it might be

revenge in some small way

for the creatures and plants

I’ve killed over so many years

I like to imagine my growing

is doing some good nurturing the soil

plants and pollinators in the best way I can

But I understand there’s a loss involved

wherever I stand wherever I lay my hand


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