Mother Earth: Sisters of the sacred soil arise

(Voice 1 – Mother Earth - Bincombe)

Find me…

Where the moist scent of decay 
Leeches through the pores of your soulless vessel; 
Where the hyphae of ancient mycorrhizal networks lay dormant, 
Waiting to spawn. 

Here, in my combe-womb,
The children of the Earth rest, 
Wet from my tears - 
Which drip from these fate-twisted sessile oaks, 
Reaching up, in vain - 
Towards an eclipsing Sun. 

(Voice 2 – The Dead Woman of Dead Woman’s Ditch)

Find me…

For I am not lost, just abandoned to time. 
I will haunt you ‘til the dawn. 
You can bury me with your incessant naivety, 
But I am always here. 
I will not fall to the hand of man! 
This bloody ditch will soon a-flood, 
And desperation shall build your ark! 

(Voice 3 – the Lady of the Spring, Lady’s Combe)

Find me… 

My eternal waters flow beneath you here, 
Do not let the drought deceive you, 
It is my sign, for you to spring forth,
To rise like the very fruiting bodies of the forest floor rise 
Through dark decaying matter!
For though no fountain will bring you youth, 
Those which nourish, those who bleed, with me, 
Shall ultimately nurture abundance. 

(Pause, reflect, walk on)

The Lady has spoken, 
Go, spread my word. 


Angela Wensley

16.11.22/edited 24/5/23