Bog Body-Allie Nelson/Dances With Tricksters

Dances with Tricksters

Silk and splinters, wrapped in chillblains,
my bones are wood, my skin milk spiderwebs,
I am the body of the bog given woman-form.

I walk on sparrows with bare feet of mud,
constantly sinking as my moss arms branch,
I breathe soil as my hair greens flowers.

Brier roses blossom, and life has no end.

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