Daughters of the Wild

Daughters of the Wild

Daughter of the dusk
Soft light and bracken rust
Rugged fields and rivers
Fringed with locks of fluted reeds

Eyes wide open
Lips outspoken
With the words your spirit breathes

Laced up boots and footloose roots
A priestess of the wild
Dear child,
You will breathe the earth alive
Unshaken by sharp teeth

Daughter of the skies
Windswept heaths
And blessed shrines
Feet that kiss the lips of tides
That crawl beneath the moon

A soul attuned
Dear sister
These words, I call to you

Come, hearken
To the starlit night
Unto your self, be true

Daughter of the Moon
Onyx shrouds
And cosmic jewels
Pockets of enchanted runes
A huntress of the stars

By candle flames
And autumn rains
You walk a sylvan path

The blood that runneth
Through your veins
Shall birth a wisdom past

Daughter of the land
Morning dew
And sullied hands
Rituals cast to heal the land
A patron of the wild

Hallowed stones
And whispering bones
A perspicacious mind

The time has come
Dear oracle
To summon up your tribe

Amelia Dashwood © 2017. All Rights Reserved

Heart

Heart


dear heart
try not to pull yourself apart
though often
life seems very hard

your time is fleeting…

go, watch the birds of dawn
arise
beneath
those splendid summer skies
wipe off the tears
that you have cried
and keep on breathing

and please

believe me when I say
whatever life
throws in your way
your soul can navigate
the waves

you must keep beating

and in your darkest times ahead
when sorrow
infiltrates your head
when all you know
are tears you’ve wept

please, keep on dreaming

and if you’re ever feeling down
know that the sun
will come around
your strength
can turn this ship about

never stop seeking

cast up your eyes
towards the skies
the stars are strung
upon the night
and when a shooting star arrives

don’t stop believing

pursue the time
that lies ahead
for when you’re gone
you’re ever dead
your life’s a gamble
PLACE YOUR BET!

embrace your being

lift up your chin
and search your smile
my child
your soul longs to be wild
to spread its wings
to soar
to thrive

dear heart, stop weeping

for life is fleeting…

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Image: Forest Nymph by Saver-ag
Source: saver-ag.deviantart.com/art/Forest-Nympf-189538814

Time

Time

~Time~

Do not
waste your time
endlessly navigating
the ferocious tides
of society’s
artificial designs

do not greet
the morning sunrise
with regret or a sigh
as you sell your soul
from 9 to 5
building someone else’s dreams
in a corporate landmine
just to stay alive

do not judge beauty
on what the media defines
to be your primary duty

because truly

your authenticity
exhibits the rarities
and beloved ancestry
of the tree that will lead you
to the roots
that bore your story

why disguise your glory?

do not build
your hopes and dreams
or grand ideals
without first
making a deal with yourself
to turn them into memories
that are real

go

live out your days
with fire in your soul
grasping your liberty
and building goals
that are brave
and wild
and bold

and know

no matter what you are told
by those with riches to behold
ALL of life is precious
rich or poor
young or old

be humble

because
when you are six feet under
when your body meets the coal
your story will remain
but not your gold

and when the time comes by
when you must whisper your last goodbyes
to the birds
the trees
and the iridescent skies

may you greet your final sunrise with a smile

because you lived a life so wild
that you are ready
to expire

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Photography Tasha Tudor, by Richard Brown

From Dawn to Dusk

From Dawn to Dusk

~From Dawn to Dusk~

My soul arose to symphonies,
Upon the growing light of dawn
And all at once, I felt at ease
As stillness saw my spirit born
Unto a brand new thirsty day,
Beneath the day-blind stars above;
My limbs unfurled to golden rays
And vested plans of peace and love.

Today, I’ll seek the peace I crave
In floral meadows built of bliss,
For on this day, I am no slave,
No robot chained unto a desk.
I’ll hop upon a gilded cloud
To seize adventure for my day;
I’ll urge the sun to drop his shroud,
To pour some light upon my way.

In verdant fields, my soul shall sing,
In ruthless winds, I shall not shy,
For secrets buried deep within
Shall rise and free their desperate cries.
I’ll wander over distant dales,
Below a jewel-encrusted sky
As sorrow sheds its sullied veil,
My withered soul shall freely fly.

On rolling hills and raging seas,
On deserts far and mountains high,
My inner joy shall carry me
And all life’s misery shall die.

As twilight trills her closing tunes
And blackbirds steal into the dark,
I’ll sit beneath the sallow moon
To share the secrets of my heart.
Upon the dusk, I’ll whisper thanks
To all that thrives in Nature’s hands;
I’ll thank the stars – their loyal ranks
And all that rests upon the land.

And as I lay me down to sleep,
I’ll be reborn unto the night;
The moon shall have my soul to keep
Until the morrow yields her light.

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

Humanity’s Last Quest

Humanity’s Last Quest

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Resting,
Reflecting
Below the day-blind stars
Wondering and pondering
The Earth’s abhorrent scars

With great distress and empathy
I watch the Earth’s destruction
An organised catastrophe
The heiress of corruption

Her pristine skies and stainless seas
Are worth much more than gold
We pillage what we stand upon
Her goodness stripped and sold

Man glorifies the affluent
And trusts his so-called truths
His pockets ever-growing
As starvation sings the blues

His corporate greed puts revenue
Before the dismal truth
His fallacies
Will finish us
It’s time to raise the roof

Hearken to the whispering wind
Behold her frantic cries
A tempest swells within Earth’s core
Reprisal shall arise

Choose life before prosperity
Delay the planet’s death
And march for what you stand upon
Arise, come forth, protest!

© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.