As part of our launch, Arran Olk, a poet and shaman, wrote us a poem to celebrate. We absolutely loved the contribution so we thought we'd share - and if you'd like to make a creative contribution to The Ünfamiliar Høur, we'd truly appreciate it!
Dandelion skies
What does it mean for you to be free?
We fell out of the cloud’s eye, single cell
Single drifted mote carried on whined by a butterfly
Vermillion orchid growing in outstretched palms
From here to there
Come walk in the garden where the writing on the wall is a hymn
Hear the hum of gods too small to grasp
Stamp to the beat and thrum of rainsong
And you’re a part of it
From the coral to the leaves to the cliffs
You’re at the heart of it
And that isn’t even the half of it
A whisper growing upwards, blessing the dirt that started it
So leave your shirt and shoes
Wade out to knee deep providence
Lie back and float, the salt is your kin, let the ocean roar and sing
Glistening in the space between everything
You’ll find me riding on dandelion skies
Till the sea washes over them to deliver the night
And when the vines and the veins and the spirits collide
They brought life
Though this body may be a body of regret and strife
This body is a prayer,
This body is life
Under the dandelion skies
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