In a dark wood
(waiting for the fire)
Ruth Skilbeck, 2013, In a Dark Wood 1
I am in
a dark wood
waiting
patiently
for the path
to open up
and carry me
into the
open fields of
a future
I can’t
conjure for myself
in a violent way
waiting for the small deep stirrings
the tiny certainty of self
that I am there
and here
it is me
a meld of self identity
somewhere in the base of my spine
and my head mind
in my body
a little flicker
of a good fire
that will carry me
through and burn a path
making
new space
for my life to
travel
I am waiting for
the wind
to blow
I am waiting for
the flicker and
the flame
the fire to
start
in a dark
wood at
night
alone
in a dark wood
at
night
I wait
alone to be reborn
waiting for
the fire to
burn away
the
darkness
waiting for the light
and heat of fire
the flames
to burn
out all the tangled
thickets
the debris
all the obstacles
that stopped me
waiting for
the fire
to bring new
life with
its power of
destruction
followed by regrowth
waiting for the cleansing
flames
the fire I need
inside me
to start again
Ruth Skilbeck, 2013, In a Dark Wood 2
RS
6.5.2013
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