leaving oceans west
we turn & leave sun
to tread north & night
to tombstone & ice
with frenzies far spent
we give of thorn, scathed
with waves washing
blades dig black to snow
calling of moon
callings
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leaving oceans west
we turn & leave sun
to tread north & night
to tombstone & ice
with frenzies far spent
we give of thorn, scathed
with waves washing
blades dig black to snow
calling of moon
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4 responses to “callings”
I absolutely love this one!
Thank you very much, Tara 🐦⬛💙
Quite a Norse feel to this, Michael. Reads rather like an oral, hand-down story of adventures in the cold wastelands. I like it.
Thanks Chris. I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t an element of that in my mind at the time it was written. Digging into old alphabets probably triggered it somewhat.