apothecary

rain lays on this black earth

silver moon blanket dripping

webs from emerald weeping willows 

 forest lights an incense stick

 of damp wood--- cinnamon musk

ferns crisp in her apothecary 

stored in shattered wine bottles 

 minerals and stones 

pop heads out soils as earthworms 

 kissing soil patches and coiled roots

---malachite, ruby, jade, smoky quartz

Gaia wears on her pine neck

stringed on spiderwebs

glowing in moons silver beams

 lying nested on brown earth

 bedding of plump ruby amanitas and lichens

she inhales me by my scent

 of dragons' blood and dried herbs

 buried in her brown worm pockets

like a tree of pine on her amanita ribs 

 sipping her honey and minerals like black tea

 I--- no pine rooted in the earth's

 black soils 

drinking salty water and coper minerals

to bloom into emerald needles

 but she arranges my body

like ferns poking heads out oak branches

 inhaling me into her brown wriggly liver

like stale cigarettes 

vanishing into the wet stalls

 of earthworms' gems and stones

my body stored in the apothecary

well stocked

aging as the jars of cinnamon honey--the rows of mycelium

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

I like it a lot kamiya. You have given the reader a feast of earthly images to illustrate the subject becoming one with nature. It's a lovely thing to read.
All the best,
Alan

[kamiya]

thank you very grateful for the review my friend