calling north

poems 1 Minute

©2023 michael raven

calling north
gutpull drawing
& drift snow
a tangled tug
flowing towards
blackened stone
at water on edge
bone & bloodsong
carving scrimshaw
into raw arms
wrapped in
burning cold
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