Tag: betwixt and between

  • unpermitted

    lost weirds wording
    mute mouth movement
    i blind eye my fuzzy sight
    waiting for fires to burn

    your permission is
    not my intention
    your permission is
    not my affliction
    i break earth in lines
    in my own damned time

    nightsitting, waiting
    giving over to my dross
    'til she bare feet comes
    never touching ground
    never turning 'round, again

  • Truth

    person foot on water
    Photo by Kaique Rocha on Pexels.com

    I travel long distances without leaving my home.

    This is truth.

    I pull the hood over my head, cover my eyes and I am back on the road, blacktop beneath my soles, blackthorn in my hand, tall pines doused in their pungent cologne, rising tall and casting everything shadow.

    This is truth

    Blacktop fades to gravel fades to black dirt stained grey and the birch draw closer, birds talking from the broad reeds, powder puff cattails and rushes green. Giving directions. Giving meaning.

    This is truth.

    Feeling gravities pull to gloaming space, I ramble on.

    This is truth.

  • slip-tween

    Photo by Abishek on Unsplash
    the bough's silver song
    framed of moonlight
    under the oak we rest
    feasting on gold
    slip-tween slip-tween
    through and back
    a kiss of the nightqueen
    as her river drifts by

  • callings

    Photo by Stephane Gagnon on Unsplash
    leaving oceans west
    we turn & leave sun
    to tread north & night

    to tombstone & ice
    with frenzies far spent
    we give of thorn, scathed

    with waves washing
    blades dig black to snow
    calling of moon

  • skrit

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash
    hand cast stones at
    the nothing of alone
    washing the waves
    on over my night eyes

    even the wights wait
    to speak, chewing silence

    scoring steel with flint
    seeking sparks in empty
    skrit skrat skreet
    we are the ravens
    at their clams

    sputtering flames
    we gather to heat
    chill bones

  • stone alone

    Photo by Jo Amos on Unsplash
    i gave to ground
    & scrimshawed
    all my bone

    called to north of
    badb, my stone
    etched of heart song

    to feather dance
    in spun spiral &
    rhythm slow

    stone alone
    at nightmoons
    here comes her
    snow

  • winternight

    a blue face glowing
    Photo by Merlin Lightpainting on Pexels.com
    crack hands old oak
    wrapped around my love
    i hollow the heartwood
    until she slips inside
    she comes the winter
    she comes the night
    she comes the winternight

    pinpricks my body torn
    needles dance my arms
    we sickle under midmoon
    white kissed before we're born
    she comes the winter
    she comes the night
    she comes winternight

  • following stones

    standing stones
    Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash
    wayfinding the fair
    following the blood she
    leaves for dolmen stones
    to mark her where
    for come november
    when lovers lie claimed
    entwined in her river flow
    'til whispers call to wander
    the burning fields won
    under the forests below

  • understone

    i understone unturned 
    waiting for a barleymaid
    to fingerpry tendril me free

    an echo lingers at chasms
    a ghosting at my ears
    sweet autumn, her song 
    calling the long night down

    i understone and waiting
    for gentle fingers to
     slender prise me free.

  • into alone

    Photo by Kevin Hessey on Unsplash
    slipping blackthorn,
    back to the gloam
    to step out for a smoke

    no kinsfolk, this wyrding
    only feather & loam
    only shadow & stone