a moth of legend lands on the lips of a king now he goes by the name of: rust
Tag: Elancharan
pilgrims kneel in moss for the one who riddles to grant them safe passage through the forest grim
a child calls the wind mother and the village uproots and drifts away on a sombre song
in her garden every blooming blade has a secret name
even the gods hide nothing wanting the blessings of an obsidian sun
she hums and glow worms crawl the skin transforming the pilgrim into beacon
a child with a jar of fireflies walks across a dead whale’s spine
spiders revise the name written in mud and the forest approves
kissing a mushroom and forced thoughts leak as fog
the village glows in the dirt ash and ember taking turns to speak
elancharan gunasekaran 