Tag: betwixt and between

  • 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

  • boundless

    Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash
    let us go beyond naming and
    enter the spirit of the matter—
    tear down the fences that divide

    this bone is not bone, it is bone
    this flesh is not flesh, it is flesh
    this stone stands beyond stone

    wash away the scarlet boundaries
    cast by the plough, hewn by scythe
    listen to the small known by "night"

  • fabric

    Photo by Tengis Galamez on Unsplash
    needlethreading the dream
    fragile in porcelain pale
    stitching her fabric close

    shift skies on the flint
    slip steel on white
    a twist, a turn, on veil

    shadow scrim moving thin
    shadow unmine, carry
    beyond this windtorn coil

  • north away home

    Photo by Janke Laskowski on Unsplash
    reaching for
    something profound
    in red dog dreams,
    coming up with
    handfuls of dust

    wondering if
    pale hands will
    finally carry me gentle
    under the wave &
    north away home

  • semicolon days;

    these semicolon days
    with that breathy pause
    before twilight turns to night
    the winter queen waiting

    with a yawn and stretch
    dreaming of scarlet and black
    both wrists bared and
    knees to the earth
    a surrender to stone
    and hearth

  • unpermitted

    lost weirds wording
    mute mouth movement
    i blind eye my fuzzy sight
    waiting for fires to burn

    your permission is
    not my intention
    your permission is
    not my affliction
    i break earth in lines
    in my own damned time

    nightsitting, waiting
    giving over to my dross
    'til she bare feet comes
    never touching ground
    never turning 'round, again

  • Truth

    person foot on water
    Photo by Kaique Rocha on Pexels.com

    I travel long distances without leaving my home.

    This is truth.

    I pull the hood over my head, cover my eyes and I am back on the road, blacktop beneath my soles, blackthorn in my hand, tall pines doused in their pungent cologne, rising tall and casting everything shadow.

    This is truth

    Blacktop fades to gravel fades to black dirt stained grey and the birch draw closer, birds talking from the broad reeds, powder puff cattails and rushes green. Giving directions. Giving meaning.

    This is truth.

    Feeling gravities pull to gloaming space, I ramble on.

    This is truth.