Category: narrative

∴ waxing gibberish
‘neath the summer moon
beasts beckon at my door
“it’s time,” they say
as i reach for the antlered crown
and don an alder leaf cloak
arisen from ancestral marrow

my heart overflows
with charmed sylvan blood
and a summons i cannot resist
where familiars, purposeful, lead my way
out from sui generis labyrinthine mist

these lessons she teacheth—
patience and skill
to hone my focus
and mind over will

may she guide me
for no longer am i the archer
or aught else in name; yet

i seek her truth, deeply wise
uniting my body, my bow,
and mine eyes

target within view

arrow nocked
poised to fly
take aim
loose

liberated by her
Goddess of the ancient trees
my mind flows
as the summer breeze ∴

∴ seek our truths by oil lamp’s glow
where spirits flicker on cotton screen
an evening dream of shifting scenes

a kaleidoscope in vivid night
glimmerflashes enthrall our gaze
mirrored movements in shadow play

finding balance in silhouette’s trance
let these conjurations weave and wind
guided by sacred radiance divine

woven projections leave their mark
through this ever-changing dark ∴

∴ upon shores of intonation
sharing a love for words
courageous
never bound by the familiar
nor unwritten lines
nor pages unexplored
cast me against
the current once more ∴

∴ discovering flowers
within verses
tracing their petals
along alluring contours

my waking dream—
one blossom overtakes
eluding all measure
enchantment aloft
sweet sepals beckoning

summer day wanes
once bright-eyes blink
innocence’s vision slowly fades
nodding, surrendering to slumber

nightfall, brings me to life
among lush saxifrage and arnica
savoring the intoxication
of wildflower nectar
reveling in nature’s games

feral wolf, a flame
of spirits barely kept at bay
yet promise—
these canines of mine
can be gentle and kind

shall we play? ∴¹

Below is a poetry reading performed as part of the #FizzysSundayAudio series on xTwitter. ²

1. Nacho & Alice’s #NAlove Highlighted Poet & Poem on 8 June 2024 ↩︎
2. Special thanks to Fizzytwizler, Bartleby B. Boar Award winner, and Amazon No. 1 bestselling anthology author, for the brilliant reading! Thank you, Fizzy! Follow her on xTwitter and Instagram. 15 September 2024 ↩︎

∴ we be wolves, once in our youthful springtide |
venturing where mickle spirits feared to tread |
we, with nay pledge of coin
pursued vile beasts who wrought foul deeds |
casting their iron-venom hexes upon this ground |
our flick’ring shadows hardly e’er heeded |
Wolfmother’s warnings, crushing our fears |

what needs have we-creatures for treasure |
mayhap, shortsighted simpletons, we be
instead taking our trove
in the hæle, in the venturing, in the fantastic |
·
ere the moon arose Tiwesdæg last
as the four pillars awakened
we resolved to embark on a quest
as naught could halt us beyond the reasonable |
for even when we doubted, we pressed forth |
older and in some measure more sagacious |
(yea, jest if thou wilt, as we jest along with thee) |

nights of running ’neath the speckled forest moon |
lofty peaks piercing clouded sky
enveloped by the wild frenzy of nature’s lifeblood |
bestowed upon us by Wolfmother

we, who remain, dig pro tempore dens
ere these alabaster charms doth rest
and then begin anew on the morrow

thou hast transitioned through the ethereal brink |
into the myst’ry of thy endmost journey
we offer your echo our humble gramercy
we bid thee our lugubrious howls of farewell ∴

∴
i am the oubaitori seed
undaunted by time,
with your promises
Earth fecund and heavy
we two, the architects
of tomorrow’s blooms
∴