Tag: betwixt and between

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

"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

as the nights slip
cauldron to stone
from wave to cold
we turn to the 
turning within

spirits on the wander
gather 'round the flames
dancing, spinning, yearning
as they give to the
turning within

let all our debt burn away
as we turn to the
turning within

our lady of crows
waits above the ford
will you bed her at river
should she bid you?
be she maiden or crone?
she waits on her lover,
our lady of crows

have you come to
collect waters issued of
our lady of crows?
to reap on the harvest,
as gifted bounty of
our lady of crows?
or have you come to
enjoin at frenzy and fury
of our lady of crows?