Trees and I have had a love affair from the time I was a kid... They are my friends. And when a friend is decimated while you remain a mute spectator, no torrents of tears can wash off the guilt-stricken grief. But, after two days of fuming anguish, healing came in an unexpected mizzle of grace!! The Green Woman* by Shernaz Wadia sharp cracks as they tore your limbs asunder thwack, thwack, thwack as you were mutilated axed bits and pieces of you visual shrieks, as they became the jerry-rigged shroud vainly cloaking your naked vulnerability each assault on you a hammer blow on my heart petrified with pain and anger I chose silence and became the more sinful partner in the crime that brought about your excruciating end. Woe is me! Would that I were not so cowardly! Though the aftermath was a macabre hush I now feel your spirit floating with feathery non-chalance in a spiral of love it wafts in with the tinglin...
Women's Spiritual Poetry