moss covered

moss covered Amber Bird
this is where i rest, on breath and promise, light filtered through old longings and spent worries. why wake and dislodge the memories balled in my throat, the roots that wrap my ribs and pull me up from earth? no myths follow me, no more than rumours or the narrow eyes of shop girls and fattened crows. my magic dissolves when my eyelids rise and leaves fall from my fingertips. i am simply mad with twigs in my curls and dirt beneath my nails. i dump pebbles from my shoes and cough out dust; my skin cracks and crawls. i pray “God, let me be a willow or something with flowers,” but my tongue is too rough and my limbs too thick. every day i roll away from water and search my back for new growth, for proof i am more than what i see. sometimes i am sure i feel budding in my heart or even just someone small choosing me as home, but the wind drives out and i am grounded. i crave old miracles, chase cast out gods to cities or shopping malls, but feel my toes retract and knees draw in. really, i am circuit-traced but dream myself a greener future.

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Amber Bird isn’t always sure she’s comfortable with being human; being a rockstar/writer/actor might be her way to escape that whilst pulling you through your own humanity. She’s a scifi girl with a soft spot for Tolkien and modern urban fantasy. Head in the clouds, heart in the stars, feet not quite on the ground… (Find Amber online at amberbird.com and varnishcentral.com.)

11 responses to “moss covered

  1. Julie Christensen

    Could you be any more brilliant or creative?!
    You are a master of words! You create beautiful thoughts
    and pictures in my mind and heart!!!

  2. The language in this poem is simply amazing. I’ve read it several times, savoring each word.

  3. Nice work Amber, I love words, especially when they are well used.

  4. Sorry, everyone, for weird multiple posts. I think my browser keeps trying to remember the last thing I replied to. And I can’t see that it’s doing that until my reply is posted incorrectly. I’ll work on less untidy replies 😉

  5. Wow. Amazing. As I approached the end of this literary masterpiece, I wished there were more than there was. Please continue too share your work.

  6. longing now for those days when i’d get hand-written amber originals in the mail. 🙂

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