Disappearing pathways

Raunacht Collection: Day 4

Paths meander between realities
Today I walk along
Amongst the trees

Woodpecker greeting me with her staccato efforts
Tomorrow you are not there
You that path branching off at this tree


Tomorrow I will pass the tree and you won’t be waiting
Just to re-appear another time


And so I walk in between the here and now
Along the tree lined ribbon
Guided by the drum of a beak

Ink and watercolour sketch of a yellow path lined by trees and grasses, the draft of the above poem is written on the yellow path. 
The format is horizontal and the bottom right corner which is free has a rough sketch of Babd one of the iterations of the Morrigan

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