Tag: betwixt and between

  • all grey the ravens

    Photo by pedram ahmadi on Unsplash
    tonight i might try
    dancing barefoot
    spinning & yearning
    for a dark angel dreaming
    with that mark of moth
    bare shoulder worn
    just to see her smile

    all grey the ravens
    under the trysting moon

  • darksky grey

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    darksky grey a’coming
    rumble her clouded head
    sparks sent across
    flint on steel in bed
    twisting her sheets
    around bare calf & thigh
    darksky grey a’coming
    through her evernight

  • red

    Photo by Andreas Haslinger on Unsplash
    we live these falling red leaves
    on the wind turning & spin
    dancing, you ask for help on dying

    i have only these sundried bone
    to your blade glancing moonlight
    no, your night i cannot surrender

    a shower in crisp scarlet skitters
    i lay down these ossified arms
    waiting for the thrust and pierce

  • ritual hours

    Photo by Sina Bakhtiari on Unsplash
    ever thorn head burning
    one step in the without
    dancing in my devils
    twist my spaces thin

    knuckle bark to bone
    raw red and stone
    under covers counting
    hours writhe of poem

  • dreaming house

    Photo by Massimiliano Sarno on Unsplash
    what ghosts this dreaming house
    sleepwalking our sleep?
    trysting our sweat-damp sheets?
    giving hallow our hearth in creep?

    pale her flesh, her hair raven flow
    barefoot slipping through
    eyes open to ever unawake
    passing of room to room

    gazing out to lune and hedge
    through windows stained of dust
    would we to kiss her lips
    in that dreaming house of rust

  • skyhold

    i am lost in shadow &
    i weary reaching
    fragments moon &
    razor wire hold
    up the sky

  • Campfire Sessions — 13may25

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash

    And, sometimes, it rains.

    I pick up the rain-soaked branch, examine it and hope that by doing so it becomes dry enough to begin. That kind of hope is futile when the weald wants rain. And, today the forest wants the rain. I chuck the piece of firewood to the pit and wander down one of the myriad paths branching out from one of the myriad firepits of the wode, all of which are the same firepits and yet all have their own accord.

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  • black stick

    Photo by pedram ahmadi on Unsplash
    black stick twisted
    of the night wood
    shadow into shadow
    turning right through

    black stick twisted
    rapping through brush
    thorn track tapping
    cracking them thick heads

    come to me
    run with me
    kiss dark ever a
    huntress moon

  • send earth

    standing stones
    Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash
    send me your earth
    root me deep and
    raise my arms high
    to sun, to moon, to sky
    pour rain down on me
    wash me clean of stain
    stonefields under flint
    send me your earth
    tonight

  • tossing a rune — 09may25

    The Elder Futhark rune “dagaz“.
    one foot in her river
    one foot on her banks
    waiting as they did
    following old ways
    for her rushflow to
    pour across my legs

    Another of my rune poems for a Elder Futhark rune selected at random. Today’s rune is dagaz, whose core meaning is “daybreak”, often interpreted to be a time or place of liminality, or conditions associated with imminent change or transformation. Cusps and thresholds are further examples of ideas that dagaz represents.