Land Worship by Millie Woodrow

We walk the forest path 

where the frost still grips 

and our hands are numb 

as hooves, clasped together.

Ushered in by the darkness 

only a shadow of daylight 

on the horizon 

we keep on climbing 

have I become quiet? 

or is the world that much louder

in the cold 

where the path feels older,

full of ghosts in the hedgerows,

trapped in a memory of hunger.

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Millie Woodrow is a writer of poetry and prose from Salisbury, Wiltshire. She is a recent graduate of the Oxford Creative Writing MSt. Her collection in progress, Venus in the Forest, explores memory, landscape, grief and desire. She has been previously published in Acumen, Motherlore and the Passionfruit Review. She also runs poetry nights in her hometown with her events company, Close Poetry.