Tag: betwixt and between

  • companion piece

    black bird perching on concrete wall with ocean overview
    Photo by Tim Mossholder on Pexels.com
    i have a raven
    riding on my shoulder
    fowl-mouthed, of course
    one who cusses up a storm
    and you cannot see them
    but they ride there
    all the same

    a nibble on my cuticle
    a gnaw upon my nail
    a peck upon my fleshy cheek
    we get along so well

  • left

    stuck at left of the dial
    where no one roams,
    driving lost highways
    talking to ghosts

    turn off headlights
    to follow stars
    wolf child howling at
    a harvest scarlet moon

    her voice riding
    static in waves,
    do you remember
    all tomorrows?

  • gone rime

    Photo by Krzysztof Płocha on Unsplash
    in the pale naked running
    of fall on amber fell
    granite and shale in cutting

    and there is little concern for
    if these lilt and lang of words
    are sensible or sane

    there is only the running

    come chill the winds' bite
    with the descent of eventide
    old jack gives kiss on flesh

    in the pale naked running
    of fall on amber fell gone rime
    granite and shale in cutting

  • endless

    Photo by Connor DeMott on Unsplash
    how grey must i grow?
    an endless wait for
    the beat of ravens' wings
    flying low over
    fresh fallen snow

  • wasting away

    Photo by Jan Huber on Unsplash
    oh, that doppelgänger you
    shroud of shadow & secret
    in the hollow hill below
    every wall a door leading
    to more walls and doors, but
    i have drunk your wine &
    i know that i cannot
    shake my fetters free
    all i ask is a kiss before dying
    before i waste away for
    the want of you

  • seems

    standing stones
    Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash
    sometimes the then seems
    are not really any things at all
    but other seems unconsidered
    that beckon with their call, so
    now back to the la-z-boy and
    the rocking and the nights, dreaming
    new oaks from acorns alone
    but no, no, don't let seams show
    keep all those seems deep inside

  • broken days

     turning towards headstones
    these broken days we, under
    the curtains green falling
    & lost in the dream

    stolen kiss on the cheek
    in the nip of first frost
    woolen the warmth
    given your arms around

  • 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