Fløyfjellet

Green through me, in teeming

rivulets

of forest-feeling. I speak
tree shivers, fingertip

meaning from fern tributaries.

Un-lung me.

Let me re-learn breathing,
deep skin drinks of
sweetness. I am

feather-fall, water-
heavy. Bed me
in star moss and teach me

your slow creep
of chlorophyll secrets -

within me, there is a sing
of mountain memory

Victoria Spires grew her wings in the Norfolk fens, but now lives in Northampton, England. Her work has featured in various publications, and she is a contributing editor at The Winged Moon Magazine.