Tag: betwixt and between

  • lady waiting

    we follow the same
    wading both blood
    & blades for a glimpse
    of the lady waiting
    at the end of the glade
    & to receive her nightkiss

  • hole

    dusk pours out of me
    i am that lost hour
    a brittle bone heart
    carved in passing as
    they drift to the next
    hole in the sky,
    a stone before the lake

  • wilderness

    come the sluagh nights soonly
    come they baying at your door
    sickle scythe under nightmoon
    a'reaving long before the dawn

  • at the wytching tree

    this chronic river
    flawing through
    is a stoning earned
    for the time cast 
    down drunk at
    the wytching tree

    there is no care
    for these secrets 
    that might be shared
    those left to die here
    in the wee hours down
    at the wytching tree

  • on the wind

    "throw your head away
    and let branches replace
    the empty left behind",
    said the acorn man

    so
    we gathered round
    and grew old,
    apple blossoms
    on the wind