come this solstice night
& follow me dark river
nadir kissed & ragged lips
under her lacuna moon
come this solstice night
& twist shadow at murder
cross silver ashen pale
to carry her winter words
come this solstice night
we stand stone whores with
blood marked cheeks
under her lacuna moon
5 responses to “under her lacuna moon”
Striking imagery — the repetition feels incantatory, like a ritual being called into being. The ‘lacuna moon’ especially lingers.
Thanks Jenn. The feel of an incantation is intentional. Thanks for noticing 💕
It’s my pleasure, Michael, always 💕 I hope you’re well tonight.
I’ve a bit of a head cold, but I’ll survive 🤧. Thanks and I hope you’re well yourself. Sweet dreams!
Oh I hate those! I hope you feel better soon! I’m well, thank you 🥰 rest up! Sweet dreams too!