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Thoughts like water: a poem


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The Wild Hunt: a poem for Samhain

The dead do not return, they never left. Tonight they rise, riding through the fog of your subconscious fears. They gather, they march, they scream and shout. Unquiet dead, unrestful, unremembered. See them now: The victims of war, of hate … Continue reading

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Encounter – a poem

Night wind stomps hoofbeats through the briar, Three flames summon faltering shadows On the faceless face of one who sits: A name uncertain, a presence felt. More real than real, more dream than seen – A dream of trees, of … Continue reading

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Demon est Deus inversus

A star in the morning; night and day entwined In liminal afterglow, their passions spent. Lightbringer, your burden is eternal – to pour out Yourself on earth, ecstatic, theopoiesis in reverse. Light of Days, who burns with knowledge of life … Continue reading

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A poem for water

Everchange. In waves and particles and drops of foam, Endless erring, evernew and everflowing; Overflowing, rising, deepening, quickening. Life’s cradle and unshovelled ever-ready grave. A billion teardrops, raindrops, dewdrops, a million million consciousnesses Singular, conjoined; each part of your great … Continue reading

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The last trump: a poem in anger

Red rains fall from baleful eyes Scorching the shaken earth with acrid bile And venom. All things die, then rise, then die again A thousand times a thousand times and more. Who killed the world? Who raped and murdered sovereign … Continue reading

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A poem for the season

Grey dawn filters through the falling leaves, Pale and soft as life’s last breath. The whisper Of the wind carries not your voice, but your Absence: cold, a shivering chill of recognition. The moon’s time-wrinkled face outlasts its welcome; In … Continue reading

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