Art, Spirituality, Meditation, Donegal, Ireland. Artwork, Painting, Printmaking, Etching, Poetry, Sculpture and Photography by Aoife Valley

Tree Flower

Selection of Poems

The Stranger
The Circle
Zero
The Butterfly
Salt Dog
The Old Bees
Empty Page
Chamomile
The Fall
Swim
Soil
Autumn Winds
Insomnia haiku
Beauty Broke
Poem To Ease
Two Candles
Swollen River
Innocence
Night Shower
Whole
Nature
Point of Blue
Gone
Emptying
Turning Point
Mary
In Caves
Morning Snow
Poet
The Path
The Virgin of the Abused
Snake Medicine
Intact
Black Tree
Disappearing Trace
Fine Spider Web

Forest

Alone in a forest
Trying to permeate,
But this trying is what
Keeps me separate.

When I see blood
Sinking into soil,
Twisted fingers
Becoming roots,

Rivers flowing
Through womb,
And throat and eyes,
My toes curl

Into what I am ~
What kept me apart
Dissolves to nothing.
And all that’s left

Is the forest.

I am the forest.