©2023 michael raven
hands painted red
i held you in
starlight stained
willow willow
went night filled
fields with a brook
to babble on
words | spirit | alchemy
©2023 michael raven
hands painted red
i held you in
starlight stained
willow willow
went night filled
fields with a brook
to babble on
©2023 michael raven
legs cut flint & bramble i will follow, i will go breath of the wind & soul i will follow, i will go climb the hillock broke i will follow, i will go scratching stone to bone i will follow, i will go painted in sun & song i will follow i will go
©2023 michael raven
fingers gripping
fjeld scrub grey
crawling away from
hooks and binds
trying to drag me
back to zombie
©2023 michael raven
sad movie
heavy heart
a lifetime
thrown away
©2023 michael raven
I’ve been doing some research after seeing an interesting pattern develop in my occasional forays into my DNA makeup at 23andMe. It’s taken me a bit to put enough stock into what I was seeing to really dig in, but I happened to get one of those regular emails from the service that tells me “X number of new relatives” have been added to the service in the past 30 days.
I decided to meander over to the map section and was reminded that their new prediction model release last July jiggered things around a bit with some interesting results.
Continue reading “Playing Sherlock”©2023 michael raven
to see through new eyes putting spark to flame that: cousin to the moon that: kindling in a forest buried in snow heart sister's voice piercing the wave and a sea of bone
symbolisms ᛗ mannaz ᚦ thurisaz ᚾ nauthiz
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frost growing
from my nostrils--
how awkward
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under midsummer's sun
do you recall
the warmth falling
across your face?
winds painted
blood fingerprints
grey stone
©2023 michael raven
patterns scratched across my bone runes & other lost you held my hand i still held sunlight piercing thick clouds warm on skin as it all begins with ropes & wrists at the edge of the world, sea crashing below, your eyes painted kohl bone between & sharp colors dancing no snow & sieidi first flowers for our hair the low songs sung hand held & shadows mirroring patterns scratched across bone
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