©2022 Michael Raven
wildcraft my heart
wrapped in briar and
agaric, scrape the
velvet from my winter bone
do you smell october's
imminent arrival?
shadowcræft my spirit
slip nightshade
my tea, oh! belladonna
kiss me, again, oh! please
tick tock the years
burstchest my song...
sticks
we must have sticks
we must have stone
we must have meat
we must have bone
Wow. Love this one, Michael!
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Thank you very much, Tara 😀
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