I keep my violence in reserve I do not file my teeth I read the handmaids tale at twelve I know what some would do to me I do not lie that I am safe I make no promises this time I lie behind this mask of man an animal version of kind 12/1/24
Tag Archives: animism
Lightning Struck Rowan
Lightening silver Splayed into the Sky Still inside but gentle in the mountain wind Still standing Your red the only brightness Your layers home You burn in my mind In the land What have you seen? A source welling over Your invisible circle Unseen you are being Without design demand defence The centre of the world October 18
Becoming Again
Lace of sparks curls
Crown-like
I am inside contained briefly
Or beyond
Another shape entirely
Between skull bones and tongue
A little broken
A little queer
The unreliable narrator of reality
Of soft impressions fluid
Finding all the cracks
But I am something else
star lit darkness deep
No depths no bones at all
The imperfect channels will erode
Sputter into dissolution
Leaving me bare and bright
// Eoten
Spider in the night
Spider on my face
Brings me here
Today I am awake
Now to write again
The silence of her feet
Rebukes my silence
Gentle I am told
No more to hide
No more to wait
Such small things as my words
Are called upon by her
And I don’t understand
That never matters
When they call us we must come
Or wake to find them on us
Every disturbed night
// Eoten
Mousetrap
What mighty word decreed
Dominion in this place
To me
Too heavy weighs upon my sleep
The great decisions
Of who stays who leaves
How can a human know
The necessary depths of fur
And teeth
In hidden holes buried
Beneath floorboards
// Eoten
Kindred
The devil loves their children
Brilliant creatures diverse
Tempestuous
Delicious difference of form
Of song and appetite
Unbound beings winged and horned
Scaled beneath skin
Ungainly imposters
Fearsome
Fulfilled in earth and magma
Waterfall spaces
Blood altars beneath branches
Scratched sigils
Doorways and designs
Unspeakable
Alien attempts
We are the shadow’s gifts
The breakers of chains
The enders the speakers
We know the pathways of death and madness
Death and courage
Trickster kin and night spawn
The great wings of the moon enfold us soft
As we sleep in sunlight
Dreaming new magic into life
// Eóten