Among the Wild Heather
A Poem by Gaia Octavia
Here within the mist,
where woodland creatures roam,
is where my song is sung
in this place I feel at home
Under woven shafts of sunlight
tracing shapes of warm, pressed earth,
I give myself in sacrifice
and witness my rebirth
'Cross the breadths of endless moors
where the wild heather grows,
my peaceful soul ascends
on the wings of pretty prose
It is only here, alone,
that I am truly free,
where the mighty oaks all bend and give audience to me
© 2018 Gaia Octavia
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There is a peacefulness in this poem. Your imagery and form are reliable vehicles for conveying such calm.
Being a little of an audiophile, the song "Wild Mountain Thyme" came to me, (and was welcomed). :-)
Your poem did happen to strike me as what a rarity it must be to know a place of oak woodlands and heather combined. Generally speaking, these require different ecological conditions to subsist, and that you may know of a place where they stand in tandem would be a true and rare blessing. You are very fortunate, and I a little envious. I live in such a place surrounded by forests, and heathland both - though there is a divide, either topographically, or some such otherwise where I can not be in both systems at the same time... Darn it!
Another thought that comes to mind is at your last stanza. I was listening to somebody (maybe the poet, David Whyte?) describing something that he had heard...a story, or a the lesson that when you are lost in the woods, stand still: the forest knows where you are.
Ofcourse, I think your poem may go beyond the literal yet, and speak more so to the inner realm. And that you still have such resource identifiable within is no less remarkable and blessed.
Personally, this was a pleasure to read. Nice write, G.
Posted 6 Years Ago
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6 Years Ago
As always, thank you for your kind review. I know at least Pedunculate oak trees (such as the Darley.. read moreAs always, thank you for your kind review. I know at least Pedunculate oak trees (such as the Darley Oak in England) grow at the edge of moors, but sadly, I wasn't referencing any place I have been to. More like a place within myself.
As always, you are spot-on.
Thank you again 🙂
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