#poetry : Am Faoilleach

Am Faoilleach*
awake at dusk
by the trunk we marked
in our youth
where their woods end
ours begin
echoes of ghosts
always come in twos
haunted hunters
flutter away into darkness
a wake
with moonlit eyes
and sharp ears
my nose seeks your scent
I breathe in
the smell of earthworms and roots
canopy greens still glisten with afternoon rains
twilight vigil
I juggle a jade horizon
through the dewy dawn
by the stump that remains
where their woods begin
ours end
*Scottish Gaelic for ‘January’. It seems to come from the word for ‘wolf’ (meaning January is essentially wolf month)

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