down by the river

©2022 Michael Raven

paint me cyanic black
face down the river
carries me home
to side pierced lands
crested in snow
the rushes rising
pine needles
sewing chill air

scarlet lips
bright as blood
taste you copper in
a kiss i surrender
everything for
slender times between
mending fine
stitch me

at the shore

©2022 Michael Raven

cool ocean waves
washing my burning
head at the delta
silt out of my ears
i hear raven
ticktocktapping
polished granite
at the shore

waiting for the tide
to drag me under
past doors to another
side, inside
where we can all laugh
about it over mead hall
banter instead
of me
washing my mind
at the shore

nothing at all

©2022 Michael Raven

i know nothing
nothing at all
i only parrot
the wind and
ape stone
my head is
full of ash
(take that
as you will)
and
i cannot hold back
crowing at the
world

slipping through
thorny underbrush
hounds on my tail
i become a hart
bounding down
the trail

don't follow me
don't follow me
don't look to where i run