Tag: poetry

ash of autumn marks the tongue: i confess

driven into a divine trance pilgrims summon the shape of silence

autumn dusk smoke from the incense becomes witness to our mortal madness

stars trapped and ground fine mix it with lunar blood and river salt a dead god almost returns to life only to slumber again

a flame is passed from hand to hand fire learns the ways of devotion

the veil of saints is fed to the fire slowly she rises from dust and ritual a priestess of ash to whom embers bow and wildfires kneel

dawn comes early as the faces of night’s wraiths dissolve in moonwater

smoke script letters rise as ghosts mumbling in alien tongue

none will find me buried beneath layers of subconscious and bones and finally topped off by the bloody rain

the wolves and wild things sing and dance beneath the night sky the autumn moon ripe for the taking