Tag: poetry

  • dead ends

    Photo by Peter Herrmann on Unsplash
    hallways wandering
    puckish laughter and
    you know i am a fool
    for shadows and light
    in play

    but i tire of dead ends
    with glamour and lure
    bare wrists exposed
    waiting for light’s knife
    across aging skin

  • estranged of night

    Photo by HARALD PLIESSNIG on Unsplash
    estranged of night
    citrus rot, bitter nuts

    no one trusts a scry

    wipe away these eyes
    fevered thrum pounding
    a head song drumming
    tongue void tasting

    shadows on shadow veil
    sacred in the fallow
    winds sweep the stone
    for rain

  • vampires

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    all the pretty young vampires
    and some even old —
    lurking in the shadows
    vying for ways to avoid sun
    i wish my finger were a gun
    that blasted away the scrims
    these bloodsuckers hide
    themselves behind and
    daylight their pestilence away

  • of wilds

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

    Previously posted on sceadugenga.com on 18mar25. Reposted with audio.

    going back to the real
    hands smudged black
    and dirt under nails
    gravel yellow crush
    i listen at forests for
    wisdom crowing loud
    leave to crowds where
    crowds are wont to go

    enough of deaf gods mute
    i am not what they need

    left to wending paths
    through silent sentinels
    gone to follow the call

  • tide cold carry

    Photo by Connor DeMott on Unsplash
    standing grey
    heron stone tall
    can you carve the
    shape of me?
    can you carry the
    weight of me?

    slate skies over
    of the under below
    mouth to mouth
    sends us to hum
    mouth to mouth
    cages winter sun

    i fever weary
    slaked in slick
    slaked in foam
    beyond threes of three
    tide cold carry me
    tide cold carry me home