white cow

morrigan, poems 1 Minute

©2022 Michael Raven

driving a white cow
hill to mound
beware of falling
on your spear while
casting at red phantoms
on the fog-filled heath

though her words cut
they are spoken
out of love
keep her
feathers
near
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