~ Deep in the shadowed forest her magic wove through the night, illuminating ancient secrets with every graceful gesture. ~ Ring Time
Knitted words and chants that rise, the dead and living just the same
Antler horns born of bone and velvet there is never room for shame
inside a forest of dreams and wander, magic never misses the train
Light and fire spark and pop, magic cantrips ancient secrets in disguise
she incants you and recants you tales of old within her eyes
holding tenures of one blessed night, the Sacred Owl spies.
Broken Stones
David J Walker
Breaking stones and compromise
The sun arise
And I am gone
I am alone
My bones strewn with
Broken stones
Dreams drained of hues
And tones
Hills climbed
Ill-defined
Words refined
With stolen loans
Poetics borrowed
In runes and roans
cantrips laid
In homophones
I am a fool for hopeful things