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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