Tag: poetry

soft to touch the river bends to our will

turning into an alley the damp face of buddha

winter the kingfisher’s laughter drowns out in the drizzle

voices in the void until you itch to feel something real

just so you know the crow has proclaimed itself king of grey

the snow is replaced by neon spores falling floating in space

twilight we cast limbs and bones into the void

crows hops closer to hear the words prayer of the old gods

dawn unearth frozen limbs from under bedsheets

shadows stilled by the frost of silence