Tag: poetry

  • ritual hours

    Photo by Sina Bakhtiari on Unsplash
    ever thorn head burning
    one step in the without
    dancing in my devils
    twist my spaces thin

    knuckle bark to bone
    raw red and stone
    under covers counting
    hours writhe of poem

  • flowers

    i wonder at crimson pools
    of my blood i have spilled —
    when will come the bloom?

  • dreaming house

    Photo by Massimiliano Sarno on Unsplash
    what ghosts this dreaming house
    sleepwalking our sleep?
    trysting our sweat-damp sheets?
    giving hallow our hearth in creep?

    pale her flesh, her hair raven flow
    barefoot slipping through
    eyes open to ever unawake
    passing of room to room

    gazing out to lune and hedge
    through windows stained of dust
    would we to kiss her lips
    in that dreaming house of rust

  • puzzle girl

    reflection of woman s eye on broken mirror
    Photo by Ismael Sánchez on Pexels.com
    i puzzle am girl 
    jigsaw & ways
    i sevenyear shattered
    mask me pierced

    cards they wrong
    in draw of me
    twisted & ways
    i puzzle girl me

  • skyhold

    i am lost in shadow &
    i weary reaching
    fragments moon &
    razor wire hold
    up the sky

  • everfade

    Photo by HARALD PLIESSNIG on Unsplash
    i everfade falling
    behind and unreal
    wept unseen
    the fogs now
    consume me whole

  • black stick

    Photo by pedram ahmadi on Unsplash
    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