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HERB LADY – free verse

23 Mar

Herb Lady

Deep in grey forest
mist falls in streamers
from towering firs,
wet trunks chocolate grey
by chill dusklight.
In perpetual damp
an ancient woman in
heavy hooded scarlet cloak
is waist deep in the wet
clinging weeds of the silent glen.
Noiseless brook slides over
green slimed stones and
no fish swirls or jumps.
The crone’s pointed stick pushes
deep into damp earth,
uproots a spare plant.
The basketfull of whole
killed herbs oozes damp
through wickerwork and darker
stains the scarlet cloak,
deep in cold grey forest,
silent in green glen.

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1975, Port of Call and other poems.

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