wayfaring winter

©2022 Michael Raven

quenched flames
is it age or reason?

a draught from a cauldron
a breath of the wild spring
solitary blackthorn stones
& center, always a center

there is dust on my duster
a drifter in something once black
but weathered now & greyed
admittedly frayed
battered & broken
my boots need mending
soul worn through & through

winter fells with their
skeleton crews
black against
the drifting snow
a lone fox night barking

birthright, the night

©2022 Michael Raven

we roamed streets of sin
hands grasping, gasping
as they touched your
beautiful skin, underbelly
of night, gunfire flashing
lights and the filth oozing
from the looming city beast

pressing on, always pressing on...

mutants howled moonwise
as we rambled and roamed
escaping with kisses and thorns
reclaiming our birthright, the night

Inkle me; so sew me

©2022 Michael Raven

I received my inkle loom this afternoon. Some assembly was required and I have to let the glue dry overnight before I can try it out, but I have to admit that I’m excited about the prospect of adding another fiber art to my experience. I hesitate to refer to it as a skill; I mean, I have yet to actually weave anything on it, how can it be a skill yet? But I am looking forward to having it become a skill.

Ashford inkle loom (photo from vendor webpage, I do not own the copyright)
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banish misfortune

©2022 Michael Raven

gather me rags
around me bones
howl & holler 
moondark nights

rattlesticks & drumskin
hooves & clatter
shrieking for a lover
screaming with wind

untruth, forgotten oath
fearing-wrapped cloth
shake that femur
rattlebone rattlebone
with name spit curses
a speedy way home