whiskey’d lovebites
stolen from neck & lips
midnight vanilla in a kiss
as all time slipstreams &
lovers sail on a sea of dreams
Category: writing
a sea of dreams
https://unsplash.com/photos/woman-wearing-dress-and-lying-on-teal-cloth-MS371wlcGPo Chipped nails
Photo by Amirhossein Kianbakht on Pexels.com Her matte-black nail polish was chipped again, a detail she had grown used to. She knew she was rough on her nails, using them for everything from a makeshift screwdriver to a replacement for the worrystone her grandmother had given her and that she had lost. Instead of rubbing a smooth stone to assuage her nerves, she taken up nail-biting. Or, rather, she had taken it up again. The stone was her grandmother’s way of trying to break of the nail-eating habit. And it had worked, until she went and lost the stone one night out on the town. She kept hoping the stone would show up but considered the possibility unlikely. And she had yet to get around to replacing it.
She ran a ragged fingernail over her lips, drawing a pinprick of blood where the rough edge accidentally caught a ridge of flesh. When she thought about it, she found that she did not care. Maybe he would think that was sexy. If not, she had other ways of getting his attention.
(more…)river west
Photo by Sina Bakhtiari on Unsplash river west through and sanguine
slipping serpentine dusk over red
tangled up in roots and memory
casting scree down narrow bank
a wish? or smoke on a prayer?
it seems like it was so long ago
but never rivers the same for
as wheels cut ford —
ever of in-between...only winter
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com i am only winter
rags snapping crimson
of the hard north wind
i am only winter
and barren fells
a stone field within
i am only winter
fallow, hollow, brittle
don't let me inCampfire Sessions — 17apr25
Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash There is no preamble when they arrive, not even the fluttering of wings to announce their presence. Just:
You are a fool, Raven says.
(more…)tossing a rune — 17apr25
who dares mount up &
enjoin the winding path?
ravens laugh in the ashes
at a joke few will perceive —
a snare that's already sprungWhile I don’t plan to go back to doing daily rune poems as I did at sceadugenga.com, every once in a while I might randomly pick one and see what comes out of my head, just to keep the wheels greased. Today’s was ehwaz. At its core, it has been given the meaning “horse” which, in turn, leads a multitude of other associations including that of fylgja — which is synonymous with the concept of a totem spirit. I imagine the ravens laughing at any notions I might have about control, much as they laugh about most of the things I think I “know”.
So it goes…
behind masque & real
Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash this careless secret, mine
one i must conceal
i bury it darkly
wrapped so tightly of
night velvets & thorn
behind masque & realreflections
Photo by Ismael Sánchez on Pexels.com i do not look in mirrors or
check my display window reflections
as i drift on by there's not much to see
there
anyway
i stole a glance at an echo
beyond the simulacrum
and found myself trapped
in thrall with the ghost i did see
what ever was
narcissus dreaming?Silksong
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Mountain flowers flowed out in carpet under the granite teeth of bears, the silksong still waters shifting slip from lake to falls a canyon behind. Though half a mile north and downhill, he could hear the faint roar of cascade against rigid sharp stones below as the waters would slip yet further away.
Cedar breezes and that mystery smell of water evaporating in the sun on grey stone. He wanders this place as if he lives here, though it has gone a lifetime away. Chill mountain lakes, snowcapped peaks thrust still here at the top of a world.
He brushes away the pine needles browning on the rock overlooking the shallow lake, just a broad space of river as it slow shifts water from higher places to low. He sits and waits for her arrival, wondering if today will be her day.
