Tag: betwixt and between

  • then, 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 and

  • him, 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 dawn

  • awake 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
    dreaming

  • under 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 stars

  • hacksilver

    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 me

  • unfollowed

    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

  • wandering mere

    star wires shining
    in aftermath hours
    singing green overhead

    wandering mere 
    your taste on tongue
    hand on heat in chill
    washing over these
    tombstone hours
    hanging

    black sands shift
    witching away 
    with each sigh

  • in the meanwhile

    one day,
    i will slip into the long sleep &
    awaken in the october country
    to the scent of crisp leaves with
    a hint of hoar on the morn

    that is where we will meet again
    everything said & everything done,
    forgiven

    in the meanwhile,
    you recall vestiges of voice &
    i catch fragments of face &
    each will look to old stone north
    under a clatter of crows calling
    "look to the east" or
    "look to the west" to two
    stubborn thorns

  • twin & out

    mournful grey stands
    ragged cliffs today
    twin flint eyes
    & ocean out
    twin flint hearts
    & ocean out

    cut black sheets of
    wave & skies meet
    twin flint eyes
    & ocean out
    twin stone hearts
    & ocean out

    keen, rises she
    keen, shards he
    twin flint eyes
    & ocean out
    twin stone hearts
    & ocean out

  • at giving grounds

    gone by way
    of shadow & wind
    in swaying sheaves
    gold gather the fields
    low the stone walls
    that let creeks
    still run through

    is that frost i hear?
    creeping bone within

    giving grounds knelt
    at boulder trees grown
    rock tripe in grey & blue
    lay down plates
    come gentle the rain
    as they do

    moor songs, mere
    awash with that
    salt hue