eggshells & darker nights

a slip of flame wags like a red-tailed fox
o’er candlewick sill in the moonlight box
sets ghost birds aflight in lucent flocks
o’er vespertine forest and druidic rocks

the road yonder runs thither throughout the ages
its footprints tell the story of hatchling sages
from trees bedangled with their birthing cages
open, in spirals, zig-zagging in stages

no questions, no answers, just a mystery play
of knotted roots, weaved wood and branching splay
and the thin, shrill cry of a sleepless jay
from dusk covered verdure and vertebrae

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021

the secret life of boots

a tired boot lies on the sill
hangs out its tongue like an old dhole
snores and twitches a dirty sole
with a dried-on daffodil

it dreams of untrodden routes
long forest walks, steep mountain trails
and how it tells bedtime tall tales
to gaped-in-awe puppy-boots

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2018

GUEST POST // My Forest by Purple Creature

Walking in my forest, huge trees are blocking the light,
I am walking, and now cannot see.
I hear creatures stirring on the forest floor,
Crawling over my feet, hissing in my ear, they are all around me,
I fucking fear…

My heart is racing, my fear is growing,
I want to run, so fast, I can’t think straight,
I want to leave this God forsaken place, as fast as I can.
I am alone, I am bruised and battered, I cannot win this fight.
I have done this to myself, for I have walked into the forest willingly,
Knowing what the forest beholds…

Ego… self-righteousness, false confidence,
call it what the Fuck you want,
I am here now, me, in the darkness, in the forest…
Dealing with it… badly.
More creatures, of all shapes and sizes are coming out.
Noises are getting louder, hisses, are getting louder…
The forest is alive I realize, a breathing, living being of blackness,
Tears are its food, Fear is its oxygen.

Then, in the distance, I see a faint light, fluttering in the forest.
It’s waiting for me, calling for me, like a beacon in the night…
Has it always been here… Have I just been blinded by my despair,
That I haven’t seen what has been in front of me, all this time…
I concentrate on the light, and follow it through the forest,
ignoring all else…
It’s just me and the light…
Before I know it, I am out of the forest and into the light,
with cascading waterfalls,
And beautiful flowers and colors everywhere…

The light, I realized, is the most beautiful, colorful, exotic,
butterfly I have ever seen,
The butterfly gazed at me one last time, smiled, winked at me,
and flew away, into the sky.

A single tear formed in my eye, and over flowed down my cheek.
Thank you, sweet butterfly,
For waiting for me,
For staying with me,
For guiding me out of my despair… out of my forest.

by PURPLE CREATURE
© All rights reserved 2015

GUEST POST // Reborn by Purple Creature

I stand on the precipice of darkness, overlooking the world,
Reborn, a metamorphosis complete…
I walk naked and exposed in the forest of life…
Searching for my equal… my soul… my mate…
Cognizant of my mortality and nakedness
I remain undeterred and continue to walk.
Thorns are ripping my flesh as I walk
Insects are feasting on my blood, and yet
Unfettered I continue on my journey.
It will soon be dark… I will be walking blind soon,
But every journey has its trials and tribulations,
Mine is no different…
Growing dizzy… growing faint…
Crawling on my hands and knees…
A noise is abuzz in the forest
It’s getting louder… it’s getting closer
A shadow is looming in the forest
Growing bigger and bigger
My journey is coming to an end…
Lying on my back now,
Covered in sweat and blood,
I await the noise, I await the shadow…
The die of my life has been cast…
I open my arms, I spread my legs…
I cry out, “I am here”
I await my destiny…
Good or Bad, is not for me to judge…
I am who I am, and that’s all I can be…

by PURPLE CREATURE
© All rights reserved 2014