in the willowing autumn hours
i caught you ruddy of sun
burning at the dog end gone
i heard you calling the moon
down to your feral heart
to cool the flames tindered hue
savage these the night
and hold the teeth to you
Tag: betwixt and between
savage these the night
velvet black rain
this granite wave
woven into storm
and cold falling
velvet black rain
you never were to
understand strong secrets
beaten upon the sanddrink, eat
cover arms in scars
of mind to flesh
invisible me blind
wrap eyes shadow
to crow to sky
all iron cast grey
this hole lies fallen
drink me, eat me
alivedrawing zero
with words flailing
at razor-reaped wind
all bramble eyed with
teeth like wine and
vignettes stained with sin
i step jingled jester
over broken ends
to begin everything
once againthen, fade
tucked between birchbark light
and gathered by the bramble
wire-bound his bone heart waiting
lichen keeps no tick-clock and so
the world waited on granite time
before blood was to crack the flow
no gate, nor thorn
no gate, nor thorn
he wound thread taut
around twin thumbs
by which he was
to remember
then, fade andhim, caught in barbed wire came
chickenwire fox got him
caught in barbed wire
came barking top
there yonder hill
where still the
bonefires still burn
in that iron night of
overcast skies waiting
on for drizzle to
cast off like it do
ungreased axels turn
on the world g’round
have you heard?
have you heard?
an eye for an i
a tooth for the truth
goin’ to set that
barbed him wire to burn
peat dusk, with
flame all but shrieking
set embers on the dawnawake lies dreaming
my sad is dreaming awake
clutching fingers grasping
for threads gossamer away
web memories tangled
of us in winter again
i grew cold since then,
you see, cold left standing
of hollow of tree seeking sleep
when all my awake lies
dreamingunder a cascade of stars
and then the waves
pulled at my legs
slipsand and under
cold against my groin
leaving a wonder of whys
at the end of day
would even the sea
leave me under
a cascade of starshacksilver
that tugging of outland,
of going geilt, to wood
embraced of many She-s
beyond the bramble gate
rub my eyes, longdark
the better which to see
wrap myself in blackthorn
the better which to feel
and should you
cross my palm with
spirited hacksilver —
i may tell you where
you may find meunfollowed
you cannot follow,
you cannot see and
i have no words
you can hear from
under this tree
i call you blood etched
in this bleak season
though i shake of
ragdoll in fist with
every word she speaks
antlers twinned
and forked, i hold whole
worlds here under
the hood of my cloak
yet still,
you cannot follow,
you cannot see
i have no words
you can hear from
under this tree