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

drift on

©2022 Michael Raven

shouldered
age-worn backpack
mental baggage
trickling out
corner seam holes
dust & devils
:: let them fall

i'll mend the hole, later
when the memory lint
finally drops out

waking to a
drifter within
who can see
all the world
without taking
a tattered step
beyond
the room
in which he
sits

i'm going to trade
my name
for something more
sleepwalking
sleeptalking
&
drift on

Grab bag of disappointingly boring contents

©2022 Michael Raven

I’ve been a little less productive here lately, as I have a couple of things on my plate that I’m working on. There is the aforementioned collaborative multimedia piece I am working on, which has three of the five episodic storytelling pieces completed (it takes me anywhere from 10-20 hours per 5-minute episode to engineer the sound and write music, depending on how creative I am feeling and how much tweaking the audio needs). That’s finally start progressing into video format, so I suspect it might actually appear sooner or later.

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go south

©2022 Michael Raven

in the library of dreams
ghosts attempt
to hold back
southernly walks
in the pouring rain

a long way
to go still
shamefaced
i play their games
and ignore the calling
my fylgja caged

but tonight...?