Tag: betwixt and between

  • larking

    another nordeast night
    chasing phantoms
    through busy streets
    hands in hand
    feet never touching ground
    as the crowds gather 'round
    for the samhain fires

    would the i could
    i would be larking
    there still

  • stone twilight grey

    Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash
    dead or not dead
    does it matter?
    these are ghosts lost
    to the mists of time
    filling in the wake behind
    i drank river water
    tasting of whiskey
    so very long ago

    with autumn leaves
    i skitter towards my
    stone twilight grey

  • wire

    Photo by Adarsh Kummur on Unsplash
    to go back to mud
    root in and ashen
    rest awhile & slumber
    winter in the long
    dark come

    this scrimshawed heart
    slenders back to
    a lingering song
    playing on the wire
    in the wind

  • falling

    having slipped through the land
    last night, here, through
    this clay stuff found under feet
    i wondered at my mouth
    forgetting the words to speak
    and realize we are blind
    and none can hear
    what i say in the anyway

    including me.

    so i gave over to falling
    until i could fall no more
    and sat unexpectant down
    there in the below
    waiting for the dark sun days
    to call me back up, out 
    and forth, but only
    if what is when might be

  • stolen knot wings broken

    black bird perching on concrete wall with ocean overview
    Photo by Tim Mossholder on Pexels.com
    she returned
    my stolen knot wings broken
    and gave me whale
    mixed with trinkets and scorn
    to prove that she was well

    she is not well

    i slipped my wings
    gently back on
    gave the whale
    to my pocket
    to contemplate
    later on

    slipping through door
    in the wee soul hours
    shuttered and locked behind
    wayfaring the north road home