Wildwood Dream
 
by Beth Wildwood
 
In the hush of the dusk where the trees hold breath,
She rises — bone, branch, and shadow-wreathed flesh.
Antlered and ancient, the mother of flame,
She carries the labyrinth etched in her name.
 
Her fingers are roots that beckon the moon,
Her chest hums the echo of raven’s tune.
Wolf pads beside her, silent and still,
Deer move like smoke over valley and hill.
 
She is the threshold, the song of the seam,
Where spirit and leaf intertwine in dream.
Her cloak is the dark that remembers your name,
Her voice is the wind that cannot be tamed.
 
Come, wanderer, hush — lay your sorrow down.
Enter the spiral, the earth-made crown.
Beneath her boughs the dreamfire burns —
The Wildwood calls, and the old path turns.
 
This is a Gliclee Archival A4 29.7cm x 21cm ( image 19cm x19cm ) print using Archival pigment inks on 240gm professional cotton rag premium Matt inkjet Paper ensuring a longevity of at least 100 years. Hand embellished with gold. The original painting is painted in acrylic on board and a tree photograph by Beth Wildwood ! The print will be packed flat in a carded envelope box
 
Many thanks, Beth