Badger and moon earrings made from recycled silver shillings

The campfire flickers in the deepest night

Sparks fly up to paint the sky with splashes of flame

The cold dark yawns above the tree branches

Threatening to swallow the small patch of light whole

The moon is a glinting eye, silver and all-seeing.

In the brambles, a gentle badger creeps

Paws silent against dead leaves

The damp earth a rich brown coating over stone and root

Albion’s spirit soars high over the woods,

Uncaged for that cold, still moment