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Wishing in the Wood

By Lydia Friedman

Consecrate me with dead leaves,

weave me a crown of cobwebs,

cloak my weary shoulders in mist & moss –

today is my birthday.

 

Tonight I am king of the forest.

My scepter is the limb of an old oak;

my ministers are poison mushrooms.

I will make war with the moon.

 

My coat of arms is a chrysanthemum,

the proudest of flowers.

Tonight I will unlace my harlequin’s mask

and make wishes on cattails instead of candles.

 

Lydia Friedman is a nineteen-year-old time traveler who once went on a blind date with a marble statue in Vienna. She lives in New England and can be reached by howling into the void, or at www.crookedbutinteresting.wordpress.com.

 

 

 

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Summer 2018

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