Rivers
So swift you turn mellow melodies into
horrid harmonies.
We are seduced by your calmness and
sunlight jewels
But the distant roaring rage we can hear
and feel clearly
Is too hard to believe or ignore.
So we transform your waves into monsters
and ghosts
Of shapeshifting forms and starving horror
That eagerly drag fools to their painful
death in your depths
As a warning for our daring young.
Seas
You’re a dark yet abundant reflection to
barren bright sky above.
Creatures of beauty and horror
Reside under your chaotic currents
When birds barely remain in the clouds.
Human born of the earth shall forever
remain on land
But some odd individuals find home on
rocking wooden floors
And the songs of the winds that hum and
scream.
A fool would call an ocean empty,
Too afraid to wander through your darkest
shadows and serene abysses.
It is not the order of land that rules the
world
But rather the whims of the waves.
Darkness
Imagination is my realm, always.
Your dreams and fears are born in my realm
Where the salvation of light and knowledge
always dies.
I am every monster you think you heard
behind you.
I am the world that both refuses and begs
to be explored.
I am the spark that brings life to the
empty.
I am creativity born and unbound and
universal.
Trees and Forests
You told stories before we crafted
parchment and pen.
Your many limbs always stretch out towards
the wide sky
So that the everywhere wind would whisper to
you in a language of nature
Of every tale of everything born.
All creatures living and dead
Dwell in your roots and branches,
The echoes of their heartbeats still living
In your center of leaves and flowers.
You’ve past ages kept alive,
Memories neither abandoned nor forgotten,
The entire world resting peacefully in your
branches,
Your being a pure story-teller.
When humanity lost faith in their voices and
memories
For important and small things,
They rushed towards you with blades,
Turning your bark into pages
And your ashes into ink,
Foolishly believing that these objects will
win against time and oblivion,
Foolishly forgetting what they did to you
to get their writing materials.
When man made shelters in homes of rock and
wood,
You continued to grow in the remain spaces
of wilderness,
The grace of the darkness making you a
terrible beauty.
May the mapinguaris, leshys, and ents guard
you well
From us foolish humans.
Fairy, Faerie, Fey, Fair Folk
So many names for nature’s folk,
Her guardians and lovers.
You obey the earth and her whims,
Love her creatures and monsters,
Flourish your magic with grace and wisdom.
But when it comes to humans . . .
We say you’re trickers & thieves,
Scapegoats & superstitions,
Fantasies & falsehoods.
Recently,
Our tales and poems and drawings
Tend to depict you as good and kind.
I suppose,
With the current state of our world,
I know you wish for humans to fear nature
again
In hope,
In vain,
For the world to heal.
Dana Trick - Born a first-generation Mexican-Canadian-American autistic biromantic-demisexual with ADHD, Dana Trick lives in Southern California where it is clearly foolish to wear black any day. Besides writing, she spends/wastes her day by either reading weird books; researching history because she has a history degree; drawing art and comics that she posts on deviantART under Silencedbook9; and watching cartoons, anime, and Youtube videos. Her work has been published online--Art of Autism, the Lothlorien Poetry Journal, The Kolkata Arts, The Writer Shed, The Writers Club, and The Ugly Writers—as well as in print anthologies: the 2018 Moorpark College Print Review; the Poets’ Choice Realm of Emotions, Masked Faces, Loyalty: Walking Into The Unknown, and Autumn; Other Worldly Women Press’ Behind Closed Doors; Free Spirit’s Historic Tales; Wingless Dreamer’s My Glorious Quill and The Book of Black; Dragoon Soul Press’ Organic Ink Volume 5; The Ravens Quote Press’ Balm 2; Quillkeepers Press’ Inspired; and RAW: Race & Disability Zine Anthology. She wishes the reader a nice day.
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