A Prescription of Trees Mandy Beattie

A Prescription of Trees

In this Apostle of Trees my rib-breath’s a bluebird taking flight. I sniff truffles of pine sap; sit among mole-roots to shelter from wind-kettle whistles under wings of ash birch, sycamore. This forest bath strips crepe-skin with oil of wild violet, thyme, bluebells Braille of bark maps abacus of bones as I wrap a rowan with wrists, elbows, knees Being here is an earth-orgasm — a pulse-thrum; pulling splinters from cracks where atlas moths flit in a lava-leaf of burnt umber, burnished gold, amber — Their tissue paper crinkles underfoot as I gather giant fir cones I’m a mushroom thirsting-up thimbles of dew-dimples in this peace-place a clock face with no hands. Time is a tincture of twig-antlers at the, Cloutie Well — I leave with a dish of alms from this tree-hearth and gift my thanks in crotchets semibreves, minims, quavers

Mandy Beattie

Earth-orgasm: the wonders of nature & earth & Universal energies received on a spiritual journey – Rachel Te Wano

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