StarBeing, eleven, moss
We went into the woods,
it poured,
heavy rain
weighing down
branches, streams
overflowing
bark
falling off
trunks
like leaves
in the wind
A veil of pine,
moving in the wind
like a
theatre
curtain
I reached out,
asked the
elementals of
the forest,
the branches,
to moss and the
mycelium,
the trolls, the fae,
vättar,
nissar,
pixies
and more trolls
to please, show us,
plese, lead us,
the emperor of
the woods,
the queen of the
throne of lavae and
snow,
to guide us
to where we ought
to be
“Follow the waterdragon”
the answer came from
the wild creek
“Up the mountain,
down the other side.
Not here, is all I
can say.
Just follow
the waterdragon”.
Cecilia Gotherstrom, Dec 2025
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