the bough's silver song
framed of moonlight
under the oak we rest
feasting on gold
slip-tween slip-tween
through and back
a kiss of the nightqueen
as her river drifts by
Tag: betwixt and between
slip-tween
Photo by Abishek on Unsplash callings
Photo by Stephane Gagnon on Unsplash leaving oceans west
we turn & leave sun
to tread north & night
to tombstone & ice
with frenzies far spent
we give of thorn, scathed
with waves washing
blades dig black to snow
calling of moonskrit
Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash hand cast stones at
the nothing of alone
washing the waves
on over my night eyes
even the wights wait
to speak, chewing silence
scoring steel with flint
seeking sparks in empty
skrit skrat skreet
we are the ravens
at their clams
sputtering flames
we gather to heat
chill bonesstone alone
winternight
Photo by Merlin Lightpainting on Pexels.com crack hands old oak
wrapped around my love
i hollow the heartwood
until she slips inside
she comes the winter
she comes the night
she comes the winternight
pinpricks my body torn
needles dance my arms
we sickle under midmoon
white kissed before we're born
she comes the winter
she comes the night
she comes winternightfollowing stones
Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash wayfinding the fair
following the blood she
leaves for dolmen stones
to mark her where
for come november
when lovers lie claimed
entwined in her river flow
'til whispers call to wander
the burning fields won
under the forests belowunderstone
i understone unturned
waiting for a barleymaid
to fingerpry tendril me free
an echo lingers at chasms
a ghosting at my ears
sweet autumn, her song
calling the long night down
i understone and waiting
for gentle fingers to
slender prise me free.into alone
Photo by Kevin Hessey on Unsplash slipping blackthorn,
back to the gloam
to step out for a smoke
no kinsfolk, this wyrding
only feather & loam
only shadow & stonewaiting for maple
Photo by Tokyo Kohaku on Unsplash i have gone lost
down the bones
etched at kohl
in following many
elder ways to a place
called shadow
she is beyond name &
speaks in fingers
under the canopy green
skin earthstained red
waiting for maple
to bleed
