drawn

i stone of bone flint smoke
i acorn of mandrake
mistletoe and thorn 
i mantic the needle pine --
can you ache of sickle moon?
then draw me down
into your loam
down into your song

michael raven

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2 responses to “drawn”

  1. Bridgette Avatar
    Bridgette

    I love when you do poems like this, embody the things of the wood. It feels like a spell.

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    1. michael raven Avatar
      michael raven

      Thank you. Sometimes it is easy to get lost in those places in my head.

      Reply

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