Exercise 2: Restrcted Vocabulary – First Attempt

A Late Walk, Matapouri Track

To enter
I badly needed courage,
Vixen nerves,
On the midnight path
Into the hollow clearings,
The stink of den deepening
With the starless darkness.

I imagine hands,
Feel pelt forest fingers,
From the fur riven stump,
And something touches
My sacrificial eyes,
My cold face,
Tearing delicately.

I imagine a legend,
Blank history,
Run through dreams,
The thrill of fronting
A long, distressing,
Hot-house death
In cold loneliness,

‘Till
A sharp recognition
A fox-faced sun
Springs into the
Redstained half-light,
Immaculate,
Red, then burnt yellow.

With a deeper cry
My child shadow
Blurts out
Her birth-yell.

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