Autumn's breath Tapered nails Hearth a work of witches tales Marked by magic Burnt by flame Candles worship unashamed Birds gather Black as coal A crimson smile For all souls
Autumn’s breath
Frostbite
Winter calls to mind postcard scenes of billowing white skies and trees artfully laden with snow, with the odd robin and perhaps some holly thrown in for good measure. Yet despite glossy berries and decorative foliage, it is the longstanding theme of glistening ivory fields which captures the imagination most, the heavens providing an immaculate... Continue Reading →
Slate
Damp moss grouts the bed Lonely slate overhead A snap of twigs underfoot Flowers wither where you lay Beating wings chime the day A sigh of grief for your loss Cold tears sign the cost
All That Glitters
For some Christmas is the jewel which crowns the calendar year, a flawlessly set gem which glistens within a snug setting of merriment and good tidings. Yet for others it springs no goodwill, regarded as nothing more than an elaborately dressed flash in the pan, a crude joke at the consumers expense. But let us... Continue Reading →
Midnight Mass
Once the night is silent and swathed in jet, Mattie hugs her knees to her chest and creates her own light. A dim flame ripples over her knuckles, fluidly gliding over the joints, back and forth, as a magician might showcase a coin, only this token was not pressed with a sovereign’s head and was... Continue Reading →
Sleepy Briar
Damp fires stoke course skin Moonlight choir of dusk spring Fractured hour of dawn mass Buried wounds line shallow grass Nestled in sleepy briar Blackened bones of loves pyre
Driftwood
Just as a child will eventually cease its cries, so too, every storm will pass, and so it was that upon still waters a piece of driftwood found itself idling toward the cave opening. Millipedes and beetles went about their respective business untroubled as the inconspicuous fragment passed them by and thick roots continued their... Continue Reading →
The Wolf’s Bed
Torn palms Hollowed chest Dawn halo Shadowed breast Fern brush Wet fur Silver light Fireflies stir Aching heart of cobwebs Ragged claws Silt ebbs Needles spin Silken gauze Earth mouths A human form Coarse pelt A promise shed As whispers line The wolf's bed
Gossamer
Plump tears fall upon hollowed cheeks as Caroline concedes the contrary nature of living. That it has taken pulling upon the fine cord of her own mortality for the world to reveal its beauty; a reluctant blushing bride. Or maybe it is nothing more than a cheap parlor trick, or worse, a desperate plea for... Continue Reading →
Clementine
It wasn’t necessarily obvious to Jordan why he’d kept the damn thing at first, as he leered out the window, staring daggers at the back of his stepdad who was preparing to wash his car for third time that week. He’d never particularly been a big fan of fruit, unless it came preblended in a... Continue Reading →
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