Tag: betwixt and between

  • hollow of tree

    i was hollow of tree
    all chicken wire & song
    come that october country
    of hoarfrost & dream

    rime burnt leaves stained
    gold to vermilion & bole
    crumble wake perfumed
    i waited there alone for
    that coming of you

    rook & madder
    flint & score
    crow & calling
    bone & fall

    i was hollow of tree
    all chicken wire & song
    waiting mists alone for
    that coming of you

  • rain under glass

    sometimes we are all storm
    with clouds iron heavy the sky and
    weighty chains to rattle drag
    a train flowing heart at behind

    dress sensible, station shoes, silk:
    a dream found you waiting
    but we found you gone ahead
    on and to without

    with rain under glass —
    left a crumbled platform
    stormcloud in wanting

  • gasps

    deadwood slips to view
    grown of long hand fingers
    to cling at granite grey
    under endless feathered blue

    it is bones these ways
    there, under the burn 

    just a kiss away
    twine knotted taut
    gives over to memories
    gone to flint faded wine
    under gasps of sand

  • waiting at

    careful as silk
    drift rise on breeze
    carry our befores
    gifted back to me
    this happy death
    waiting a' sea

  • ashen

    we wore our hearts
       in sticker on
          polyester sleeve
    while whale bone
       held us to north
          and nightfall

             — waiting
    for ghost-trees
       to give over and
          bring blood home
    cellophane crackling
       under our feet of
          cruel winters

    ashen, for that is
       how we lost our
          home

  • steel skies stolen

    there are days
    i wish it would just
    rain & rain & rain
    wash everything away
    down the drains &
    carry us to a place
    where we could
    finally meet again
    you could say, “hey” &
    i could say, “hi” &
    though we’ve never met
    we could be friends
    or maybe lovers
    like we were before
    we fell out of dream

    our steel skies stolen,
    some days
    i wish it would just
    rain.

  • of berry and elder

    of berry red and elder
    i press my blood there
    a thumbprint between
    eye and dusk shadow
    beauty as naked is

    forgive this romance—

    your night drawn in
    fingerbones alone
    i kiss you when you
    dare to look away;
    beat your heart closer.

    i know i know
    these are weary ways
    to cast in cold
    the frost alone

    come now,
    lead us walk
    rose stones to
    water waiting...

  • over graves tonight

    with deadwood limbs 
    and ash grey heart
    we sing scrimshaw
    over graves tonight
    daring winter winds
    of ripping breath away

    a rime of braided rope
    ever taut and untamed
    salt my lips in evensong
    and stolen night away

  • Dares

    I feel I am crossing liminal spaces of late — between dusk and shadow, slipping between night and day.

    I’m not sure if it is the hours, or maybe it is these days. But there is a persistent tug of flux, a drawing in and release. I grow disinterested in the machinations of the embrace of doing things the same way day by day. It seems much more interesting to drift and fade, and it is a mistake of mine to expect my object to all subjects to feel the same.

    Snip. Snip. Snip. A painfully slow arcade of cutting the linen laid bare before me, watching with wry, droll amusement at times as supporting threads give way to unraveled snapping instead of waiting for Atropos to come by and give a release clean.

    Into the mists, then. Who dares follow? Who dares dream?

    Fox cries razor through white, quickly filled in. Crows announce the edges of dark with cacophonic chatter as they discuss the next and the next and the—

    Lost, who dares remain unfound?

  • healshake

    healshake the bone
    rattled with seed, me
    emptyhead & healshake
    blackfeather, boreal wind

    my stone, my stone, my stone

    dive ice of waters blue
    deep into the through
    healshake these bones
    rattle them with seed, me