wilderness, it calls

michael raven poems February 22, 2023 1 Minute

is it madness
to wish i were
that creepy
cunning woman
in the wood?

give me a house
on chicken leg
stilts and i
will endeavor
to do my best

Published February 22, 2023

6 thoughts on “wilderness, it calls”

Eternal Anglo Seax (ᛋᛠᛉ) says:

February 22, 2023 at 1:55 pm

Relatable.

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courtleymanor says:

March 27, 2023 at 4:37 pm

oh yes

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1. courtleymanor says:
  
  March 27, 2023 at 4:37 pm
  
  i mean oh yes in agreement with wanting to be that, not in agreement that it’s madness ;p
  
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  1. michael raven says:
    
    March 27, 2023 at 6:29 pm
    
    LOL. Let’s go off and be cunning women together! I’ll even dress for the part, although I’d like to skip warts and such, if that’s quite alright.
    
    Great… now I have it in my mind that someone ought to have already designed a chicken-leg stilted tiny home and I want one…
    
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    1. courtleymanor says:
      
      March 27, 2023 at 7:36 pm
      
      i originally wanted a hobbit hole but the baba yaga hut idea is tempting. i could put it right in the middle of my woods where it would scare off any interlopers XD
      
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      1. michael raven says:
        
        March 27, 2023 at 7:38 pm
        
        😀
        
        I’ll be sure to secure an invite ahead of a visit if you do so. I don’t recover from turning-into-newt spells as quick as I used to.
        
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