Anatomy

by Ari Berk


Wren left a polished stone within the oaken bower;

it was thus you came to know your bones.


Feathers were tied to blackthorn branches;

your coat was made from these.


Badger scribed solstitial sonnets on dark ash leaves;

on these your name was spelled.


A hedge witch boiled berries;

brought your blood up from the sod and soil.


Apples gave you flesh and scent

yet now they mold and rot and grow again

from hidden seeds;

thus your nature works its way.


There are mushrooms for a brain,

Owl talons, vervain, mandrake,

and something else, unnamed,

that sets the shallow winter sap upon its face

and grants the Greenman motion

and binds him to the forest waste.













About the Author:
Ari Berk is a writer, visual artist, and scholar of literature, history, iconography, and comparative myth. For more information, please visit the author’s Endicott bio page.

Copyright © 2000 by Ari Berk. The poem not be reproduced in any form without the author’s express written permission.

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