©2022 Michael Raven

slivertongued, he
netted teal and floe
during turquois days
dancing to winds' song
between old headstones
whalebones etchscratched
& inkstained, messages
to the Lost washing
under chill water

snowfell, crowcalls
froth on the waves


©2022 Michael Raven

burning candles, i've
gone blind to night
my sanctuary wolves
of at forest temples howl
commanding i toss
ritual tables, bowls, fetishes
all, to feed the flames

natty, weary
i blow out the light
stones in my pocket
click-clatter, my
fingers rattle together
walking under the
leaves dusk canopy
to see

flintcrossed //|

©2022 Michael Raven

oracle, oh oracle
tell me of my dreams...

will the drizzle persist
tap-tapping on my head
down the wending trail
from pine to oak and
thorn to ash?

i wear my brim low
to keep eyes dry
hand on thorn
fire in skies

greystone of lichen
standing sentinel
flintcrossed palm
flintcrossed soul

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