posted on February 6, 2008 at 3:20 am

deep in forest
now i am i am so deep
damp and dank and weasels and woe
magician in exile
no tricks now i promise
oh crow who flies above
oh worm beneath the ground
red flugsvamp
black eyes of my bird
she flies up through the trees
she croaks out to me in her broken voice
she lets me know where she goes
by my art
by my learning
by my natural propensities
by my aged bones
by my white beard
crow flies out of forest
my grey eyes see as well
my grey eyes superimposed on her black eyes
oh i laugh hysterically as crow spirals up and up
oh my lovely spirit
oh the realms of sky
her strong wings beat and squeeze the air through them
i feel her find the thermals and suddenly we plummet upwards
we rise and we rise crow and i in the thinnest thinny thin air
oh and crows eyes can see and see and see
mountains in the distance
a tower a precipice
armies moving in distant snows
a tiny moth moves through the air
nearly half a mile below
and crow falls like a stone
snatching the juicy thing from the night
up crow up i think
and i hardly even know my old body and bones
fallen into swoon under the pines
as crow bears both our souls into the viscous sky
and then we both see it
a fire
someone cooking something up
someone doing something magical
crow swallows the last bits of moth with a gulp
down we glide to take a closer look
a witch a witch a witch
oh a pretty pickle
witchy little familiar
i feel crow react
the witches familiar is a hare
she sits stroking a large grey hare before her fire
impossible to see her face under her wide brimmed hat
she chants and cackles in the firelight
crow circles and caws
keep quiet crow i think
the hare startles in her lap
she looks up into the sky
she puts the hare down
she begins to take off her robe
she is old to be sure
but her white flesh is still firm
i become confused inside the birds head
the crow shudders in midflight
my thoughts are overpowering him
the witch looks up at us and laughs
ah she had done this deliberately
her nakedness undoes my concentration
the bird screams
and i fall back down into my body with a sickening jump
i awake in the darkness
my head pounding
all aroused and erect
the bird calls in the trees
bah! the witch has undone me with her simple trick
but there is tomorrow
and then another
tomorrow

14 Responses to “fast and easy 2: forest”

  1. avatar
    JJ | 6 February 2008 at 3:56 am #

    The Raven, the Witch and her naked wardrobe…..some interesting eroticism there, TB.

    i think we all dream of flying.

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    Hellbound Heart | 6 February 2008 at 3:58 am #

    …you never fail to deliver the goods, steve…evocative…
    by the way, has anybody got any good suggestions for me re:fantasy/science fiction literature that’s worth having a read…
    love always…

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    Ansible Jon | 6 February 2008 at 4:22 am #

    transankilbeyistic blog.

    hellbound heart:
    philip k dick is pretty facinating.
    “man in the high castle” or “do androids dream of electric sheep?”
    orson scott card can be entertaining.
    the there’s the pulitzer prize winning “fruit machine”…

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    princey | 6 February 2008 at 5:34 am #

    Black crows kind of scare me, I remember walking past a huge one a few weeks ago at eye level, it eyeballed me like it was ready for the kill, so evil looking.
    Really liked this sk-crow though.
    love Amanda

  5. avatar
    Anonymous | 6 February 2008 at 8:45 am #

    “diddeth”?;D

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    Ethereal Butterfly | 6 February 2008 at 11:17 am #

    I wonder if it is a bit of a shock to a man when he finds an older woman sexually attractive (going against society’s norm)? I think what might be more of a surprise to men is the confidence or centeredness more mature women tend to have over younger women, maybe this is the power of the witch? Isn’t a black crow a symbol of death or perhaps in the case loss? I wonder if this ‘dream ‘is about the fear of losing one’s power, maybe sexual or otherwise? It speaks to me of the fear of growing old.
    Does any woman who was a kid in the early 70s remember wearing ‘witches britches’? Ha! Ha!

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    lily was here | 6 February 2008 at 12:03 pm #

    Something really big is going down, in the distance, yet the crow is distracted by his own needs. And that hare, a symbol of transformation! Of the witch?
    But you fly away in panic from the “wise” old woman. Was it a trick, or a test?

    Love this fairytale so much sk. Very clever.
    xxx

    ps condolences to you Brien C, sorry to hear your sad news.

  8. avatar
    Jen Jewel Brown | 6 February 2008 at 1:30 pm #

    something wonderful has come over this blog in the past few months … the sensuality and sexuality has just started to fly as freely as a kite, beyond repression, like your crow soaring, untrammelled, unburdened, revelling in its self expression and its dark joy and its sparkler-like exhilaration in life … Liberating to read, thanks

  9. avatar
    matthew | 6 February 2008 at 2:44 pm #

    You guys sound like the Byrds! (ironic grin)

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    Ansible Jon | 6 February 2008 at 3:30 pm #

    princey-
    i think crows can be unsettling like that because they are intelligent in a cunning way.
    very social bird, which, as stated yesterday, works against them when they gather together at the end of the day.
    always loved that a gathering of them is called “a murder of crows”.
    always loved it a little more that a gathering of their very close relative is called “an unkindness of ravens”.

    in the lore of the pacific northwest (u.s.), raven is resposible for giving sunlight to the people, whom he felt sorry for as the dwelt in perpetual darkness.
    (if you’ve ever been there, you may question his success, though…)
    🙂

  11. avatar
    fantasticandy | 6 February 2008 at 4:16 pm #

    ursula-le-guinn,
    eat yer heart out!
    stonkin’!

  12. avatar
    JJ | 6 February 2008 at 5:27 pm #

    To Brien –

    Sorry to hear of your news. My father died last October; it’s still with me every day.

    JJ

  13. avatar
    davem | 6 February 2008 at 7:12 pm #

    Brilliant.
    Now that’s the way to fly!!
    Thanks Killer.
    x

  14. avatar
    B Raine | 6 February 2008 at 8:46 pm #

    raven caven inside with broken wing
    he told us to kil it…but trapping a wounded raven was job enuff….murderous 14 yr old boys are when their job entails taking a raven from a park and killing it/…didnt he know what he was asking a damn 14 yr old to do….

    SK, I enjoyed the auckland dvd. Like wolfe. gonna be a hit! hope not….and the backstage was that man planning his death or complimenting….u did well what a moment……all that wine

    bob seiger where how hilarious….and now bob seiger appears i luv that stuff that just happenns when u preform….I saw u in NYC sum kids said they were gettin thiz or that and i wanted to go with…..U are much more as i saw marty just in touch…little rough on americans dont u think…..hey are party pills really legal…..auckland arrived for my birthday….its nice to have u in the house so i can introduce you everyone i cant stop talking about u too……

    hey hey hey forgot what i was gonna say —–stayin away from the hard stuff mr


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