Tag: poetry

kissing over café bars

kissing over café bars
you wipe lipstick from
my lips with your thumb

leaning over
hungry for more
you chide and say
just a taste because
patience is important
even in the dream

27 Jun 25

enjoin me

a path in the middle of a dark forest — *Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash*

the troubles keep and
none of them mine
there is no time to cry

i step to oak & slender
the place within
i could dream all day &
all night in the within

flint, cuts skin, bone
to drag me of wood
spell some silence
for me, one who sees
enjoin me to whole

26 Jun 25

fade away

silting down thick
the layers me put
under the wave

quenching flame
give steel to rust
casting new

i rain i rain
i rain i rain
under granite
skies, i rain

keep me in
your memory
but then let me
fade away

26 Jun 25

seek no

settle to stone and
quit with the roam
seek no, seek no more

to take axe to axel
to stop up the ramble
seek no, seek no more

follow low water
flow dark home
seek no, seek no more

25 Jun 25

stormy passings wet

of crash the rainbows in
the undergrey at raining
with the undone angry
sitting thresholds linger

stormy passings wet
my granite sharp face
—in need of a shave might
the added phrase be—
yet, soon comes our clover

the clover carves thunder
in the laying down we

25 Jun 25

memories and souvenirs

winnowed of wind
we shed our chaff
over long seas to carry
our selves to elsewhen

even midnights fade
when woven of windsong
where our souls
do dare go at wilds

take a souvenir if
that you must to recall
but, as such, memories
are nothing at all

24 Jun 25

tossing a rune — 22jun25
berkana
```
through the pass
we may yet recall
all of those parts of us
long since forgotten
```
Another rune poem of mine, where the rune is selected at random.
Today’s rune is berkana, which has a core meaning “birch”. Birch are often the first trees to populate areas after a forest fire and, by extension, are associated with new beginnings, purification and rebirth — all of which tend to be related to the eternal feminine.
22 Jun 25

hold

standing stones — *Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash*

come the drift as
voices fade away
the taste of ash
'cross my tongue
distrust, the taste
of dream

bone hands stolen
of twilight childe
hold onto me, hold

22 Jun 25

waiting to come

i am held apart and
the words said
are not for who
am i say i may be

rejoined if held together
in arms tenderly and
whispers the wind
my name am be

still crushed flower
under the snow
waiting to come of spring

21 Jun 25

venus in firs

gather us now
at fingerposts &
streetlamps in the fir
bone crunching the
frostcrust snow
under our woolen
scarlet, some
edges cut thin

"how do you do?"
"i am well, and you?"
"fine, i couldn't
be better."
"it's cold, we should
have a bit of tea."

— and so forth
and so on as the
sleigh bells silver
their ever closer in
a pale empress coming
could you not
see all is well as
might have been?

20 Jun 25