Leading My Way

grandma had always been a magical offspring of nature collected herbs images mushrooms psychedelic support tattoo in her mind rebellion independence and freedom mescal beans at stakes looking like witches’ broomsticks cultivated night shade a belladonna of sorts in the woods tree house cut from the forest and the stepladder frayed an outpost for the paradigm bare of dogma and convention a jungle of green sheltering indigo orange and violet of mind no phone no computer only drums of heart and pulsation spirits did not haunt her impression of legendary surprise a pen cut from charcoal a sharpener cut from pine growth opinions and premises and razor sharp wits and emotions no delete button no erasure only stream of the subconscious free flow of psychedelia as she flowed in crocheted pants over all happy and void of convention and stifling dogma lotus position next to a mat woven from strawberry fields coarse linen cushion haunted hunting to mould her behind future certain breast happily sagging but pendulous thoughts wicked and mysterious and candle light a flaming lamppost from desk to kitchen and boudoir as a anthracite fire raged pendulum swinging from knotted branches swayed in the wind crystal balls blown from history nostalgia and fierce resistance tea leaves coffee ground a cup full of memories and aspirations never too old to have a happy childhood she abandoned the past tribulations conjectures treasure chest of nuggets wisdom’s appeal the old scribe never died for an apple seeds quite close to its home 26th June 2020