flintcrossed //|

morrigan, poems, shamanic 1 Minute

©2022 Michael Raven

oracle, oh oracle
tell me of my dreams...

will the drizzle persist
tap-tapping on my head
down the wending trail
from pine to oak and
thorn to ash?

i wear my brim low
to keep eyes dry
hand on thorn
fire in skies

greystone of lichen
standing sentinel
flintcrossed palm
flintcrossed soul
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