fumble forgotten
feet tangle to fall
last lost dance in
the thin betweens
birch bark peeling
pale fog of dream
can you catch me
as i am falling
to lay me out on
this bed of leaves?
Tag: poetry
bed of leaves
Photo by Ronin on Unsplash to hills
Photo by Connor DeMott on Unsplash a fog carries that
pale lost to white
steel rails to hills
raven calling
she brings children
in skirts she gathers
staring straight she
glides barefoot stride
her night velvet
whispered crushing
hand out, calling
my voice hoarse
in the fading forthblood before
Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash i river waiting for
flutter you feather
polishing stone for
night long coming
wrap hair ebon
undress in longing
so sacrifice to own
to you of you and
lay out autumn
there between
the river bare
to take me pale
before the blood
beforeblackwater
of godless ways wandering
between gallows gone to grey
the rocky shore's blackwater
framed in deadwood propped
in seaweed and broken oar
waiting for the sluagh's arms
to embrace a heart of coal
the company of ravens and
a host of crows waiting
waiting
waiting
for snows to fallfell and stone
Photo by Sina Bakhtiari on Unsplash hands stained in alder
scarlet against the driven snow
this blood runs to stone
scattered over the path of fells
heather rimed in white
her sun rimed in snow
below and now she rises
blood on fell and stoneacorn man
Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash sun and shadow
dancing the bones
between the tonights
laid over growing
groundcover dark
within the wode
acorn man mad they
call his wanders
under oak over stone
pond water mirrors
his autumn ways
hey hey they call of above
do not walk yourself lost
black laughter rising
he laughs along
wanderwalking the wode
acorn man disguisedinner
Photo by Ginny Rose Stewart on Unsplash we crawled into
innerworld
on our hands &
knees
you kissed me
otherside &
promised me all
night
sage was a'drifting
stones were shifting &
flames burned to
embersoutsider
i am the outsider drifting
slipstream shifting
through & through
a directionless beggar
desert rags wrapped
red around wrists &
broken at my mouth
open fractured to speak
i croak & rasping
thirsty for the dawngames
Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash always unknowing & unreadable
her eyes play from the shadows
teasing & taunting
forgive me, i am so tired
of these gamesred dirt
Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash sitting the red dirt
casting needle bone raw
hey fox, ho owl
what tales do winds tell?
given to ghost on promise
tied leather, wrapped lace
turning on bright flame
if the memory serves you
well
sitting the red dirt
between pine and swell
hey owl, ho fox with
promises winds tell
