with deadwood limbs
and ash grey heart
we sing scrimshaw
over graves tonight
daring winter winds
of ripping breath away
a rime of braided rope
ever taut and untamed
salt my lips in evensong
and stolen night away
with deadwood limbs
and ash grey heart
we sing scrimshaw
over graves tonight
daring winter winds
of ripping breath away
a rime of braided rope
ever taut and untamed
salt my lips in evensong
and stolen night away
9 responses to “over graves tonight”
Striking imagery, as you do. 🩶
Thank you Michele 💙
You’re welcome, Michael.
Marvellous imagery here, Michael. Feels like being in limbo, held back by the past.
Thank you, Chris. Perhaps we need to give permission to break free.
I can visualize this scene, like a movie, the part when all the action has ended and we are feeling all the emotions of the story at once.
I can see that. A dark night of the soul moment, perhaps.
This is beautiful! ✨️
Thank you Aaysid 💙