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GlowEach day marks the breath of another World,Glow5 days ago in Free Verse
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the workings of a long lost God.
Darkness covers the face of the deep,
a feeble attempt to cover up the void,
the unfurling chaos
of want and tapestry,
where your face should be.
And with every morning there comes a dawn,
but before the dawn the candles sing!
A flame sings out in the darkness;
a swan song for the new Creation.
And I watch like a suckled babe
as the darkness cowers away,
her memory bathed in the sultry red,
and I close my eyes as the wax yields her scent.
The world was named as good, and all within it;
yes, the world is my mistress –
a fair lady girt in finest silk,
and Earth, our Goddess, sings for me.
Yet all this I would trade,
all this I would offer up on the moon-soaked altar
beneath the star-lit shrine,
that when next the world is made anew and my candles sing their song,
that the pocket left in the glow, that shadow moribund,
should be filled with the brightest of all lights
would that it could be your face that s
BloodBreathe in deep and hold your ground,Blood2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
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take the quiet – there is no sound.
Choke the clatter and let it drown,
breathe in deep and hold it there,
and know your feelings come unbound.
It washes with you like a flood,
brings you up on ghostly wings!
Your heart, it beats to the Gallow-God’s drum,
your mind it flies in the blackest eye.
Scream a scream of health and kenning,
your soul shakes in your chest and coos to be free.
You are the world in which you live,
the soul in which gods breathe their first and last,
you are the ship in which the times have sailed,
and you are the barrow in which Wyrd makes merry.
See the flesh upon your bone,
like Sky stretched over Earth,
feel the blood beneath the sheath.
Lines like rivers throb within pale skin,
and below your ground there runs the reddening stream.
Life laughs within you,
for you are your yesterdays,
and you are your morrows,
the lie is in the now
for the Norn’s thread is ever spinning,
and you with it are carried like t