Friday, December 17, 2010

And I'll Choose the Wood(s)

Brother and Sister
by Terri Windling

do you remember, brother
those days in the wood
when you ran with the deer
falling bloody on my doorstep at dusk
stepping from the skin
grateful to be a man?

and do you know, brother
just how I longed
to wrap myself in the golden hide
smelling of musk
blackberries and rain?

tell me that tale
give me that choice
and I'll choose speed and horn and hoof
give me that choice
all you cruel, clever fairies
and I'll choose the wood(s)
not the prince.


Picture found here.


Greenconsciousness said...

me too

Anonymous said...

Wow, all of a sudden I feel like running nekkid through the woods : O

Persephone said...

Yes, yes, yes. The woods.