Tag: betwixt and between

behind masque & real

Image of a writing journal and a pencil. — *Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash*

this careless secret, mine
one i must conceal
i bury it darkly
wrapped so tightly of
night velvets & thorn
behind masque & real

17 Apr 25

reflections

reflection of woman s eye on broken mirror — *Photo by Ismael Sánchez on Pexels.com*

i do not look in mirrors or
check my display window reflections
as i drift on by there's not much to see
there
anyway

i stole a glance at an echo
beyond the simulacrum
and found myself trapped
in thrall with the ghost i did see

what ever was
narcissus dreaming?

17 Apr 25

Silksong
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
Mountain flowers flowed out in carpet under the granite teeth of bears, the silksong still waters shifting slip from lake to falls a canyon behind. Though half a mile north and downhill, he could hear the faint roar of cascade against rigid sharp stones below as the waters would slip yet further away.
Cedar breezes and that mystery smell of water evaporating in the sun on grey stone. He wanders this place as if he lives here, though it has gone a lifetime away. Chill mountain lakes, snowcapped peaks thrust still here at the top of a world.
He brushes away the pine needles browning on the rock overlooking the shallow lake, just a broad space of river as it slow shifts water from higher places to low. He sits and waits for her arrival, wondering if today will be her day.
16 Apr 25

moonchilde

standing stones — *Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash*

drawn pale moon blind 
reflected in black waters
the mirror of which
they did call you their
beloved moonchilde

do you remember?
do you recall?
before the wheel
was sent spinning? 

knots and lace 
tarot and song 
petals on sheets and
myrrh in our hair...

come for me under night
the one once called
beloved moonchilde

15 Apr 25

above tomorrow

sunlight shining through old growth woods — *Photo by Simon Wilkes on Unsplash*

a hilltop kiss
above old creek wending,
tangled of vale

all grains gone gold
in autumn hours with
a sun hung low

burning within, without
you whisper a secret
for me to keep

my head on your breasts,
slumber come tomorrow

15 Apr 25

evermists

fingernail tracing moon shadows
cast on your pale, white thigh
wondering why we must ever
only embrace this way in mists

14 Apr 25

Campfire Sessions — 13apr25
Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash
No campfires for me last night, I’d decided. Instead, I elected to wander away into the day that followed flame as I left the camp behind: Sun blazing on one side, Moon cool and pale on the other. Maple’s yellow leaves fell mystic around me, an autumn kind of sakura celebration lacking only the plum wine for the stream ran beside me, falling over stones and breaking white the reflection of the sky.
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13 Apr 25

for the best

we ford streams under
between rime and rust
between night and dusk
running red at golden fall
drawing our arctic under
crone days stained pale
unbroken strides between
ash, birch and thorn

checking maps, we see we
have lost the trail
and that, my friends,
might be for the best

13 Apr 25

back to sit

somewhere along the path
i somehow lost my way
that was what
old craggy guy
was trying to say, just
get back to the sit...
an expert leading
by example

12 Apr 25

Campfire Sessions — 12apr25
Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash
Back to the campfire…
It the shadows and glow of the flickering ruddy flames, he looks gaunt, grey, and emaciated as he approaches and sits down. His hair, what remains on his taut pate, is a dirty white and as withered as he — scraggly, sparse and I can see more skin than hair.
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12 Apr 25