do you recall wrists
bound in sailor's knot or
was that only wraith?
memories from mists or
merely smoke & mirrors?
tell me true, did years burn?
beautiful darkling,
do you recall the gloaming
of our changeling time?
Tag: lost
recollection
Another ritual night
Photo by Stephane Gagnon on Unsplash I have forgotten stars now. That light flickering, I wonder how it entranced me so now that it has faded from view. Perhaps I used to be somebody in the before. Or, maybe, it was always illusion that snaked this road into each night before the screens stole it away.
Blood hands from holding blades, shards of glass on a beach of stone. Mournful, the cries of ravens from the cedar warning me from the windswept hill. They used to hang people there. They used to pierce them, too, to ensure they were not playing the dead, those soldiers of gloom.
A right pinch of snuff and a stroke of scrimshaw in the left hand holding. Clearing the head of stagnant saltwater in rituals of the hands… I am bone, I am stone, I am wings on the thermals ride. Black as the night that drew me. My feet pound the wood dock branching out over water, echoing the hollow within.
Joyless I wait for the push from behind, black water calling.
