The Wood Beings' Green Domain by Leticia Toraci

Ask permission before entering the woods.

Be respectful.

Be humble.

Here, you own nothing.

The woods have owners.

The entities who walk this and other realms.


There are beings in the woods:

The Curupira watching with its feet turned back,

The saci, children born of bamboo,

Faster with their one foot than you with your two.


Bring offerings,

Tobacco,

If you want safe passage through their green realm.


If you enter the woods as if you own them,

You may stumble.

You may fall.

You may lose your things

Or never be seen again.


Don't whistle if you hear someone whistle.

Don’t look back if you hear a rustle and steps.


And never enter the woods at dusk or dawn,

Between night and day,

From dusk to night.

From night to dawn.

During this time the ways of this and other realms come together.

And animals’ and entities’ paths converge.


Not all who enter the woods get to leave them.

Not all who enter are allowed to return home.


Nature is not your servant

And you are not the master of the woods,

Only one of its beings,

Blind to what your limited eyes can’t see.

Deaf to what your ears can’t hear.


Bring a dog,

It can see and hear better than you ever can.

And never enter where your dog doesn't want to go.


The beings in the woods are smarter than you.

They mimic voices and delight in playing pranks.


If you hear your name gently murmured in the wind,

Be still—

Don’t answer.

Was a person calling you,

Or not?


Beware if there is sudden silence.

Something may be near you.

If there is a strong smell of carrion,

A predator may be near:

The jaguar,

Or an entity.

It could be pai-do-mato,

The giant tree man who lives in another, purgatory plane,

And eats humans.


Never break branches or twigs,

Especially at night.

Never make unnecessary noises—

This attracts things.


Never follow strange lights in the woods.

If you do, you will see things you don’t want to see.

Or you will be led to places you will never leave.


Beware of rivers and still dark waters.

The mesmerizing voice of Iara

Has taken too many souls to the deep.


Beware of a beautiful, charming,

And elegant man dressed in white.

His white hat covers his face and hides his long nose.


Beware of the pink dolphin, the boto,

Who seduces women and

Convinces them to take a walk along the riverbank

Leaving them pregnant,

Disappearing at dawn.


Be humble before nature.

Here, you own

And control

Nothing.


Bio

Leticia Toraci is a Brazilian freelance writer, poet and artist who lives with her husband, her two sons and a cat in South Germany. She has a degree in Master of Food Science from the University of Reading, England. She participated in theater in Campo Mourao, Brazil, where she recited several of her poems. She has had art exhibits in Regensburg, Aschaffenburg and Munich, Germany. Together with other authors, she has published three short stories in three anthologies, The Dragon’s Rocketship Presents: The Ship’s Log, Sins of the Future (Sins of Time #2), and Writers in Lockdown. For the past two years she has been participating in FemJam performances in Regensburg, where she recites poems with feminist themes.

Author's note

The Brazilian Caboclo has a deep respect for nature, the creatures and entities of the forest or "mata/mato" in Portuguese. I based this poem on their beliefs, which, in my opinion, are also of great value to our own civilization, which needs to return to its roots of connection with nature.