Tag: poetry

  • black stick

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    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

  • adventure

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    your wonderland unexplored
    north of stockinged lace--
    please, don't turn out the light

  • to ash, to wind

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    petals fall from heaven
    a rain in crimson
    we each carry thorn
    scratched grey of flint

    loss given to tristesse
    eyes given to cinereal
    as pussy willow given
    to ash, then to wind

    lone cry in the woods
    as to gloaming begins

  • sewer

    erase my stain
    and wash me
    down the drain
    sell me down
    that river deep

  • absurdity bear

    brown bear in the river
    Photo by Francisco Cornellana Castells on Pexels.com
    i will crawl into my cave and
    pull the hole in behind
    i will growl at passers-by...

    for—
    i have feasted upon absurdity
    i pass on consuming more today
    bad drivers and misbehaviors
    and far too much OCD
    i feel bearish of personality
    and at all this absurdity

  • tryst

    Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash
    barefoot of skin
    etched spidered line thin
    phantasm and trysting
    she slips through at
    the old wytchingtree
    waiting on the moon

  • 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.

  • mine november

    conceptual portrait of hands with red thread
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    her embrace mine november
    the only real remain
    slender pale her fingers,
    hair her ebon black
    her crimson at my throat
    here, only sleepwalking
    dawns the midnight sun
    only slowtalking brings light
    whispers,
    you cannot begin to know

  • this spellbound

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    i eigengrau glyph my skin
    sun-pocked stained within
    carve nails with needles
    set quill to down & begin

    mutterchant words forgot
    shuttled off to fen to rot
    leeched a heart of taint
    spirit thorn reflect of elf-shot

    so, this spellbound
    sworn to the stone
    so, this spellbound
    ash, thorn and bone