“Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood—
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent. “
(We’re trying something new with our photoshoot posts, how do you like the gallery effect rather than endlessly scrolling down the blog?)
Our new “Haunted” forest photoshoot was inspired by the Pablo Neruda poem above, a sorrowful ghostly walk through an early spring woods. Gloomth Girl Willow Wolfe transformed into this character.
Thank you to Willow Wolfe for modeling for me again!