Wild

And the wild god smiled 
his lips unfurled 
the ocean rippled in her bed 
rose up and drowned us all 
in briny laughter—drenched and dripping
we danced on 
wild as water, wild as wind 
feet pounding earth 
blood on fire—the very stars

hid behind their veils of sorrow.
and, deep in the caverns
of the earth, creatures awoke
from sleep began before the birth of time

‘Ahhh—the dance is now’
they growled and grunted,
knowing all, forgetting nothing
they crawled and slithered
on to land
rivers trembled in their wake.

lone white stag
primeval boar
wise salmon 
and the brindled cow
all joined the dancing prancing hoard.

pounded rhythms into blood
and wrote in ink of dreams
the many mysteries of life
that never saw the dawn of now
forgotten, yet remembered.

The dance went on
and silently the birds sat still
beneath the flowering of the bough
the blossoming apple
the seed un-spilled
the secrets written in the sand.

The dance went on
the horned one, awoken now,
girded in the green of life
thorned and speared, his molten eyes
alighting on the sleeping queen
took out his hollowed bow
fired his arrow, flaming now,
into the heart.

And silence fell

and all were still.

Photo by Xuan Nguyen on Unsplash

Inspired by a prompt in

Beth Kempton

Live Writing Circle 29/03/2025