down by the river

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

there, in the night

how to see
you walking
alone in wild
driven snows
naked &
moon pale
hair woven
of night
bloodstained
kiss

no draíochta days

no more fantasies
hush now, please
no more spells
no draíochta days

no desire for hexes
or love philters
nor desire to make
clouds go or stay

desire to unlock doors
commune with spirits
howl with wolves
find the narrow ways

not see forward
nor see back
just wisdom, answers
but
no draíochta days

I might be the only one following the Old Ways who doesn’t dream of wrangling magick.

Based on what I read while I research these topics, I wouldn’t be surprised if I stood alone in that respect.

How to spirit walk & spirit talk. That is my one desire.

visitation

i am divide
my hands tremble
passing through
fisheyed lens water:

last night i saw
circle line tiger grey
feral she came
to light at patio doors
i knew her feline form
in the night
sketched in shadow
winter light
this tilted threshold
on a swiftly turning
planet tumbling
tumbling
through evernight

shaking, i called for witness
she danced along
the ghost
back into the dark

homeward

taking up the black
i wrap myself in a
threadbare cloak
turning my face to
stone skies grey
my hearthearth
a'glow & warming

ashen path

i carry my rath
on my back
wherever i wander
along the ashen path
betwixt & between
hedgerows & hawthorn
stone-wrought & barrow

rainbow

my rainbow is
black, teal, brown,
crimson and white

what a mess

talk to Bear,
he might explain
if you catch him
before his nap
and between
bites slumber

laughter in and
between trees
and
flames in the underbrush...

tacit

i shed bone
on meagre forest
trails meandering

i am feather
onyx caught in
undergrowth & dream

flint & steel
i peel away my
red fur black & white

moving glacial
i am the old oak
shifting through the night

puzzle+lace

waking with
leather lace
around my wrist

did you tie it there
before you went
back to your
otherworld?

what does your
gift mean?

i put it in my
mindbox, a 
puzzle to decipher
in dream

in the air

it is in the air...
can you feel it?

shaman song blind
bone tap ticking
clicking and rhyme
the firewalk spiritwalk
i have a tingling
between shoulderblades
something in
the air tonight

happy accidents
traipsing through time
when eyes touch eyes
in the crowded
late summer night