Tag: betwixt and between

  • 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

  • nightroam

    Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash
    i star wanderdust
    that medicine trail
    waiting on wraiths
    to wayfind me long

    all pretty the horses
    before their storm while
    my striding of that
    nightroam north

  • nameless hours

    Photo by Igor Omilaev on Unsplash
    yesterdays and used to bes
    have drifted back to dream
    and even the old songs seem 
    out of tune to me...

    nameless hours spent drifting
    between queen and crow
    or crow and queen but
    it is really all the same to me

    drumbeat your pale hands,
    my chest
    for that is all i want or need
    at the drawing of dream

  • wings in bloom

    Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash
    memory ghosts, my bride
    at sentinel bone pale cliffs
    standing over seasides

    a knot twin tangled
    to night crossed of moon
    and apples adrift of air

    long gone yet linger
    perfumed raven of hair
    shipping to shadow of morn 

    catching a song of you
    cresting over wings in bloom...

  • at the center

    Photo by Alberto Arroyo on Unsplash
    in the cauldron season
    reconciling liminal me
    standing bíle and center
    both eyes to boiling sea

    born of raven and apple
    kin to the stone
    thorn prick'd and blooded
    given to bone

    riding the crests,
    sailing to home

  • boundless

    Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash
    let us go beyond naming and
    enter the spirit of the matter—
    tear down the fences that divide

    this bone is not bone, it is bone
    this flesh is not flesh, it is flesh
    this stone stands beyond stone

    wash away the scarlet boundaries
    cast by the plough, hewn by scythe
    listen to the small known by "night"

  • fabric

    Photo by Tengis Galamez on Unsplash
    needlethreading the dream
    fragile in porcelain pale
    stitching her fabric close

    shift skies on the flint
    slip steel on white
    a twist, a turn, on veil

    shadow scrim moving thin
    shadow unmine, carry
    beyond this windtorn coil

  • north away home

    Photo by Janke Laskowski on Unsplash
    reaching for
    something profound
    in red dog dreams,
    coming up with
    handfuls of dust

    wondering if
    pale hands will
    finally carry me gentle
    under the wave &
    north away home

  • semicolon days;

    these semicolon days
    with that breathy pause
    before twilight turns to night
    the winter queen waiting

    with a yawn and stretch
    dreaming of scarlet and black
    both wrists bared and
    knees to the earth
    a surrender to stone
    and hearth