chasing wisps
i lost the path
here, in
my peat bog
pussywillow
lean-to home
pressing grey
and velvet to
face crag me
dragging deadfall
to blacksmoke
open air screens
muscle spasm
twitch tones
darkwater brown
given over to
chasing wisps
down ol' peat bog
the ley lie
betwixt
you and i
no matter
the where
we stand in
ever-the-night
i close my
coin eyes
to run to you
my essence
my ley
my night
two colour eyes true
after summer and ash
held hands in floodlands
and twin river above
there, redwing lingers
dancing cattails
and dragonflies
smelling of wet leaves
before the frost
here, we rain
tick tock
with cogs and clock
with arms a'
spinning and whirling
don't lose your head
or you'll wind up dead
with fingers gone
stiff and curling
gather bones
gather leaves
gather poppets
gather strings
pop cracks stone
dancing fire
dancing sparks
dancing poppets
dancing leaves
everything too suchness
fan rattle to flame seething
and shudder limbs shake
ragged wrap in arms
of rags and wraith
chasing all elder ways
knock the stone fell
rattle the bones
shake in clenched silence
rattle all those bones
with a head full of thistle &
hands stained of woad
skating away over water to
while away a spell
with the acorn man
you probably
would not understand
that has become a given
over these near
twin scored years
and so it comes to
wander this wodewood alone
chatting with oaks
in the blackthorn
with a head full of thistle &
hands stained of woad
oh, woodenhead
come in from the rain
quit your thefts
seeking a beauty
outside for a one
that is within
all crows make argue
for your eyes—
you do not use them
anyway, they say
instead, my woodenhead
you are a' thieving out
in the pouring rain
