Tag: betwixt and between

  • ritual slight

    we wore masks
    walking file down
    through forests still
    & over speckled sills
    carrying heart in
    hands felted red

    of wine cut knife
    we joined wood
    to limb and limb
    our whispers their
    own kind of din
    to call our speckled kin

  • liminal spaces

    a path in the middle of a dark forest
    Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash
    under lintel and menhir
    to cross on the over
    through grey dolmen to sea

    i flint crimson to mantic
    i print finger to snow
    i stone with bare forehead
    i press to the bone

    sent to drift in the twixt
    times veil rivers to blind

  • what else?

    just leave me pinions pierced
    leave me nailed to oak
    leave ink welling up of soul --
    what else am i here for?

    shrieking mandrake dreams
    barbed wire 'round my neck
    leave me bound and sold --
    what else am i here for?

  • under a blood moon

    i cut my lip while
    kissing your lazuli eyes
    under a blood moon
    last night, at least
    a decade ago
    it seems today

    bone pale, you laughed
    as you tossed your
    ebon hair away
    cast it to the stars to
    wash my cut away

    i only wished
    i had listened harder
    before i grew stone
    in sternum and
    memorized the how
    of that song on the
    breeze that night

  • carnival

    all eyes turn aglow at dusk
    casting shades on faces facing faces
    the song on the wind
    faint as the laughter
    at carnivals dark trading youth
    for hearts' deepest longing

  • ankh

    just a taste
    a liver taste
    just a taste of you

    he takes a measure 
    and jackal laughs
    he drinks a life of you

  • ash

    i dream in lapis and ebon
    pale and on cheeks high
    gliding on twixt and tween
    she phantoms deserts on night

  • oblivion

    in my time of dying
    there will only be
    those phantom fingers
    pale spiders slipping over
    & between my own
    gentle ageless eyes
    matching ghost smiles
    leaving me haunted as
    the needles slip away
    into the fog of sweet
    oblivion

  • white kissed

    here at broken sea and
    skies storm slate
    i had a dream
    like that song and
    somebody loved me
    a phantasm gliding 
    over calm water
    before the stones
    came tumbling down

    easy, these things
    under white kissed
    waves

  • only grey heron

    the rope mooring 
    frayed in the four
    twisting against
    the tugging flow
    until it broke
    some time ago
    my skiff following
    as the river goes
    only grey heron
    speaking in silence
    to be heard