Chorus

[billy]

I broke off two of her fingers, really string opening line

the green lacy hands reaching, lacy feels too petite, a suggestion would be leafy or something similar
reaching, reach
trembling tremble
beckoning me inside, beckon me...
to the faded shadows where time stands
and attempts to be still. this feels forced. i love the previous line and wonder if it could end the stanza
to the faded shadows where time stands.

Sticky saplings bed into my palm, bed feels too cosy
first outstretched,
then curled as a paw. not sure how to interpret these two lines

I wish to growl and unfurl my goddess... bugger me, i just caught on, you're a pissin howlin wolf thing. disregard the interpretation thing above. work perfectly with the title.

to reach into the past
and chant holy words
beneath heaven's heavy quilt,
Raw and awakened in a newly formed world.

Dusk rises like an apparition,
cools the air into suspended crystals
dancing just above my bottom lip
curved, in both inspiration and awe. nice slow down from the rush above, i can see an image of the air being sniffed

Loam reaches out, this feels untroo
surrounds my feet and ankles, beckoning.
Come, be one and decay
beneath the wormy earth and rotting leaves.
Replenish the cycle.

One day, my loves...
one day I shall join you,
and sing the chorus of hosts. not sure 'of hosts' is needed or actually adds anything.

okay; you may not be the wolf i mentioned but you are a howler, the chorus in the title gives the game away but it doesn't give the game up straight away...and that's a great thing. i like how the piece made me think. that you wrote it when and as you did has no relevance really, i read it and that's what i got, if you'd have been in nirvana on Everest i'd have got the same thing (wrong or right) you used beckoning twice which didn't screw the nut for me. i may have seen stuff that wasn't there or wasn't intended but see the buggers i did. so that's that. i think it need a small edit to make it an extremely good poem

thanks for the read.