Tag: monostich

winter wetness we unsheathe cold limbs

a tiny beacon is lit inside my head come dream

grey needles of rain pricking this tender mortal flesh

curled in its shadow the cat dreams of paradise

winter’s grasp the hand that drags you out from the void

a war this body can never win the rain relentless

we become the tales we tell pints full of spite

to the goddess of the deep fishes tow lost souls

moonbound how she vanishes without a word

the morning moon leaves behind her dark