Retreat, retreat,
into the wood line
at the edge
of the place
where all of
the people meet. Continue reading “The Lurker’s Banquet”
Dancer
Don’t dance
if you can’t
stand the heat
of a burning floor
under burning feet. Continue reading “Dancer”
Empty Pot of Gold
The lights, brightly
beamed from the heavens,
or so it seemed. Continue reading “Empty Pot of Gold”
5ths and 7ths
How can I sing
when my message
is out of key? Continue reading “5ths and 7ths”
Wōden-Skald
Wōden-skald,
treebeard tall,
watched the
Serpent bind
Middengaerd’s
halls. Continue reading “Wōden-Skald”
There On Your Grave
Dearest angel
of the morning,
why are we
estranged? I called
out to you
in my mourning,
but those words
fell by the way. Continue reading “There On Your Grave”