Tag: betwixt and between

  • broken days

     turning towards headstones
    these broken days we, under
    the curtains green falling
    & lost in the dream

    stolen kiss on the cheek
    in the nip of first frost
    woolen the warmth
    given your arms around

  • larking

    another nordeast night
    chasing phantoms
    through busy streets
    hands in hand
    feet never touching ground
    as the crowds gather 'round
    for the samhain fires

    would the i could
    i would be larking
    there still

  • stone twilight grey

    Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash
    dead or not dead
    does it matter?
    these are ghosts lost
    to the mists of time
    filling in the wake behind
    i drank river water
    tasting of whiskey
    so very long ago

    with autumn leaves
    i skitter towards my
    stone twilight grey

  • wire

    Photo by Adarsh Kummur on Unsplash
    to go back to mud
    root in and ashen
    rest awhile & slumber
    winter in the long
    dark come

    this scrimshawed heart
    slenders back to
    a lingering song
    playing on the wire
    in the wind

  • falling

    having slipped through the land
    last night, here, through
    this clay stuff found under feet
    i wondered at my mouth
    forgetting the words to speak
    and realize we are blind
    and none can hear
    what i say in the anyway

    including me.

    so i gave over to falling
    until i could fall no more
    and sat unexpectant down
    there in the below
    waiting for the dark sun days
    to call me back up, out 
    and forth, but only
    if what is when might be

  • stolen knot wings broken

    black bird perching on concrete wall with ocean overview
    Photo by Tim Mossholder on Pexels.com
    she returned
    my stolen knot wings broken
    and gave me whale
    mixed with trinkets and scorn
    to prove that she was well

    she is not well

    i slipped my wings
    gently back on
    gave the whale
    to my pocket
    to contemplate
    later on

    slipping through door
    in the wee soul hours
    shuttered and locked behind
    wayfaring the north road home

  • nightroam

    Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash
    i star wanderdust
    that medicine trail
    waiting on wraiths
    to wayfind me long

    all pretty the horses
    before their storm while
    my striding of that
    nightroam north

  • nameless hours

    Photo by Igor Omilaev on Unsplash
    yesterdays and used to bes
    have drifted back to dream
    and even the old songs seem 
    out of tune to me...

    nameless hours spent drifting
    between queen and crow
    or crow and queen but
    it is really all the same to me

    drumbeat your pale hands,
    my chest
    for that is all i want or need
    at the drawing of dream

  • wings in bloom

    Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash
    memory ghosts, my bride
    at sentinel bone pale cliffs
    standing over seasides

    a knot twin tangled
    to night crossed of moon
    and apples adrift of air

    long gone yet linger
    perfumed raven of hair
    shipping to shadow of morn 

    catching a song of you
    cresting over wings in bloom...

  • at the center

    Photo by Alberto Arroyo on Unsplash
    in the cauldron season
    reconciling liminal me
    standing bíle and center
    both eyes to boiling sea

    born of raven and apple
    kin to the stone
    thorn prick'd and blooded
    given to bone

    riding the crests,
    sailing to home