~*~
 

the lantern tipped over

rolling to and fro

the glass unbroken still

 

misty

the flare gently flickering

 

she lifts it up

she is old

out of time

 

wandering the winds of the storm

 

holding the rowanstaff with it's ornaments in her left palm

hear it speak

the ring of the lantern she holds in her right

 

she stands still

 

the ground encircles the staff

the leafs unfolds

 

read in the silverlight of the moon

she cups her hands around the lantern

 

steamy glass rattles the flame is weaker

 

she encloses the lantern into her mantle

further under her skin

 

feel the lantern's weak breaths almost forgotten

 

closes her heart around

 

sees the pains glare in the background

feel the sorrow burn the edges of pains wound clean again

 

slowly the wound heals

 

she sits with the lantern

sees the red berries grow ripe, birds lift them one by one

 

she sees them wander into life in peace

 

takes her staff and wanders on

the scent of ambra surrounds them

 
(Själsöga 28/01/09)

LPWJ english version 06/03/10