©2023 michael raven
razoring romance to shave, chisel myself into meat for the machine stone ground and scattered to the arctic winds bone growing dry in at the forest's edge
words | spirit | alchemy
©2023 michael raven
razoring romance to shave, chisel myself into meat for the machine stone ground and scattered to the arctic winds bone growing dry in at the forest's edge
©2023 michael raven
paint me in alder send me to shale wind crow song antler velvet winter sun
©2023 michael raven
my rune-painted soul might wander into the forest and forget to return tree ancestors stone moss lichen bone high branch crow fox kin watching silent
©2023 michael raven
legs cut flint & bramble i will follow, i will go breath of the wind & soul i will follow, i will go climb the hillock broke i will follow, i will go scratching stone to bone i will follow, i will go painted in sun & song i will follow i will go
©2023 michael raven
enthralled by letter showers tumbling around the box of me trying to identify the ghost within wanting to paint my skin red yellow blue & green but i am moon most days & she wears black
©2023 michael raven
spirit lost, i am left ghosting winterbones dragging from walls to; there, on blackwing aloft painted february skeletons black on grey on white sun light blind the fells dragging one foot heavy & stone cold the snow white fox ermine mirrors the wind holes filled as they emerge black crow in the drone a drum beat bearing down collapse like fire rest resist reclaim shadow
©2023 michael raven
bear used to step inside my skin roar until both of us were exhausted then-- i fell miles to my bed lumbering forth weary for the barren fells
©2023 michael raven
a hammer striking sparks into the dark my steel skull shatters with each pine tree pop in january deep freeze
©2023 michael raven
my stone days buried under winterlong: where comes tundra thaw? blooddrenched-- arctic fox, snowy owl crow in the skeleton tree
©2023 michael raven
found, my ancestors: some cast off antlers in the forest loam perfume the air and here comes the snow hoar & bramble pierce carved of these rocks my chiseled visage to arms-held sun scarlet hand marker lichen & buried granite-- ghosts in my headstone
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