Finally have my brain back after months of searching for it. About time….
Finger your way through hawthorn and fern,
reach beyond aged, cracked blackened roots.
Jut your bold-chinned youth
into the soft earth
Claw down your tendrils and twist
soil beneath roots,
coil with bones and ashes and splintered pot and coal mines
and seeping cow piss
and leakage from the stream flood
into a labyrinthine sprawl.
I lifted fibrous forked out slice
steel cut against clay earth,
and slung into fire
a shaken head of ochre root hair.
And another and again
until the soil sank to soft crumb