The Widow Wyile retreats
with her very own natural intelligence
into the sumptuous stillness of her Wordshed
a special Universery spot
created from whim   vision   and work
source space where memory
imagination    and wordplay
are exercised with good humour
engaging reconsideration and revision
to bring forth insightful
seasonal staples
ample observations
and occasional versery gems
if she may marvellingly
            (isn’t that fun to say?
marvel-lingly-lingly)
pronounce it to be so herself

Her Wordshed is a rustic
many windowed place
spirit and soul feeding
with views onto actual living beings
(no pixel mirages here
nor grievous concrete)
plus tactile pleasures from pencils
and paper books to cups of tea
a space rich in feeling and mindful intentions
that opens to free day dream flow
her own wells of divine wisdom
greater capacity
luminous harmonies
organic regeneration
and ever more genuine
grace and beauty abounding
Does this not sound mighty fine?
You can have one too you know

These words are written
at a particular moment
in a gradual emergence from winter
on the cusp of a most remarkable
shifting galactic time
though you may wish
to imagine instead a shielded cool
reprieve in the heat of summer
in a simultaneous
present past future

The fire crackles merrily
in the wee giant stove
on a cloudy spring snowfall melting day
and fragrant woodsmoke billows
gently swirling spell
casting about the ancient storied
crab apple tree’s crooked
beckoning limbs
cradling the back unmarked corner
where still naked bushes
of berries blue   black
currants and bog cranberries
congregate fruitfully
birds small and large
perch   peck   and fly
while small mammals dash about
and deer parade by
none of them concerned in the least
about microchips and other technocratic
            machinations
intent on reducing humans’
            very makeup
innate capacities and energies
steadily and ever more rapidly
enticing them to give up
their inspired creative power

The Wondrous Wordshed
is a place of storage
not a ruthless getting rid of
or active obliviation of language
a store of words for ages
and ages
rich   subtle   and well-yarned
a holder of possibilities and multiplicities
embodied enduring lexicon
not a turnover or reduction
a remembering
not a forgetting
we are here     together
reader             listener
generatively visioning
a wholesome heartsong
ebullient universal peace
resurgence of true knowing
coming back into our own
reconnecting with live love
for the highest good of all

A Wordshed is available to anyone
for on the other hand
it is not corporeal
it is a fine idea you carry
with you everywhere
in whichever mind of yours
      you please
body   heart   or spirit
an expansive portal place
      ethereal
where there is always room
for more knowledge
more possibilities and good magic
for more words
worlds   wandering
and wonders
to be sung about
and shared around
scribally
scribe awl ye
do