a trick to

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there is a trick to it...

a twist of place--
strings binding &
coiling, turning &
bending until all
outside in or
dexter warps sinister like
shadow bending light

intuit intuit
toss the compass afield
needles     are    use l e s s
my friend

for, you see
we are also the trees
entangled, rooted
jailed in time...
and we were meant
to be sentinels standing

there is a trick to it...

wayfaring winter

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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

birthright, the night

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we roamed streets of sin
hands grasping, gasping
as they touched your
beautiful skin, underbelly
of night, gunfire flashing
lights and the filth oozing
from the looming city beast

pressing on, always pressing on...

mutants howled moonwise
as we rambled and roamed
escaping with kisses and thorns
reclaiming our birthright, the night

banish misfortune

©2022 Michael Raven

gather me rags
around me bones
howl & holler 
moondark nights

rattlesticks & drumskin
hooves & clatter
shrieking for a lover
screaming with wind

untruth, forgotten oath
fearing-wrapped cloth
shake that femur
rattlebone rattlebone
with name spit curses
a speedy way home