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poetry by j matthew waters

walking out of the wood


the trail started centuries ago
I could see it in my sleep
countless times
could feel it beneath my feet
step by step
weaving through rocks and streams
familiar faces diminishing
and reappearing in the wood
like angels and fairies and elves
encouraging me to proceed
perhaps protecting me
leading me past the rustic gates
introducing far-reaching fields
where the sharpest of barbed wire
could not deter me from
entering your sacredly wild dreams



june two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
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8 thoughts on “walking out of the wood

  1. Love , love, love this. LOVE. The last line makes it perfect.

  2. OHHHHhhhhhhhh – Here am I thinking a landscape of external sheep tracks dating back to pre-human times leading to a mundane pool of refreshment. Then your last line turns everything inside out and deep inside I know your path. Almost as old yet visible only to those who look closely.

  3. Ah, love the forest imagery!

  4. Totally abandoned, a wonderful wilderness of words. mesmerising.

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