Time held
My heart helpless
Between love and serpentine thought
Come undone
Dreams were given
Tasted in mind’s light
To lose the way
Seems tawdry and strange
What’s feared cannot be hidden, forms fleeting ‘neath the ice
Truth be gold
Tongue shapes a plea
Drives down within cold night
Burn bright
My gentle soul
Your ocean’s clear as glass
And above
Fire’s light aglow
Skies twist, but all is right
Her Two Cents
Here’s another in the Queen of Crows series that recently appeared on the Eugene, OR feed. I’m finding the artwork that accompanies the poems to be particularly fascinating – and this one, about the crow and a beet, especially. Trying to locate the original source of images is even more difficult than written words (at least Google can help there), so unless otherwise indicated, I try to believe they’re personal creations of the writer.
ambivalence says
The artwork is not mine, the words are. I’m glad people like my writing, although I’m only particularly concerned with one person’s opinion of them.
Erik Aveldson says
just to clarify, that’s me (ambivalence)