Eostre by L. B. Limbrey


Eostre



The gorse is blooming

on the high common,

the blackthorn on the low.


In the copse

I curl myself up

in the moss

and dream

rabbit

dreams

and think

old

deep

thoughts

about the soil,

and discarded ribs,

and desire.


Far off I hear cars and

laughter

and the bark of

pack dogs


but here the thorns fold

over me

and the hills

roll


underneath


and I can sleep.




L. B. Limbrey





L. B. Limbrey is a writer, poet and environmental activist. They have had work published with Rituals and Declarations zine, the Raving Beauties Anthology and they have a story out with Corvid Queen January 2021. You can find their articles athttps://scornalott.wordpress.com/and poetry and portents on twitter @ScornaLott




About This Poem

'Eostre' is a poem about finding solace in the changing landscape.

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