Welcome to the Bone Garden


 The Maenad’s Bone Garden

Here lie the rest of me. The \best of me 
Here grows the night 
bloomers reaching for rarefied light
silver roses, blue mold and fungi rings, 
naked rites on moonless nights
Thorns and blood and stars and soil
webs and mold that grows on bone
Grave and ash and bone and bloom
A living, green, growing tomb. 
Lavender, scarlet, marmalade, saffron
Old rust here, an empress’ garden
For mine is a riot of many flowers
Vine towers growing together 
Shadowed rings where mushrooms grow into wild, gooey things
Take time, climb these trees
a million worlds to see, all strange and free
Some hybridize, some change, but all are 
One garden, roots growing together, 
The same water, the same need 
to grow and expand, thrive and be. 
Each star in the skies of night
 is a flower and it’s worlds
pollen, petals, stamen, and nectar-wine
the same seed, grown and died, a thousand times 
A million colours separate but one
Sharing the same soil, moon, air, and sun

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