Path Through the Woods


‘Wood-smoke carries me to another time, and I am the dreamer and the dream. You hold my pearl heart, and place it on a map that is blackberry stained. I thought I knew you so much better. The sky is all about Wednesday. The sky knows all about my pearl heart, but in the daze of morning the world folds in upon itself, and I discover there are other pearl hearts and other blackberry stained maps, and you are just a million fragments of sky dust, swept into Wednesday’s equation.’

Art | Words: Carol Anne Strange

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