doomsday_disco Report post Posted Friday at 07:29 PM (edited) Foweles in þe frith þe fisses in þe flod And I mon waxe wod sulch sorw I walke with for beste of bon and blod – 13th century song, anonymous Birds in the wood and in the space between woods, fishes in the flowing waters, I feel I must go mad from mourning because I journey with such sorrow for the beasts of bone and blood. Gnarled boughs of white oak, sweet chestnut, hazel, and holly, blood-red rowan berries, spikes of blackthorn, a scattering of melancholy lilac petals, cade, and crushed lily of the valley. Edited Friday at 07:29 PM by doomsday_disco Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
