Tag: narrative

grief of the elm tree

∴ grief of the elm tree
fibrous bundles interlace
imparting truths
with root-riddled tongues

trees are sentinels
standing solitary
forever bound
by communion

their ancient lament
etched in bark
sorrow and reverence
for souls felled ∴1

  1. kenning prompt provided by Cassondra Windwalker, 12 March 2024 ↩︎

anvil of joy

∴ high above
the celestial smith
shapes hearts
from clouds’ drafts
each strike molding
love’s path
anvil of joy
resounds
dreams alight ∴1

  1. kenning prompt provided by Cassondra Windwalker, 11 March 2024 ↩︎

sea steed

∴ sea steed braves
realm’s tempests wild
unwavering soul, sails on
rollicking in chaos’ beauty ∴1

  1. kenning prompt provided by Cassondra Windwalker, 10 March 2024 ↩︎

battle sweat

∴ the adept stands firm
eyes aglow with resolve
midst legends
from diverse schools
like tafl pieces poised

in each move
clash
battle sweat drips
a testament to relentless drive
upon this board
in constant flux

yet amid tumult, a revelation:
the pivotal strategy
to reconcile from within
confront oneself, undeterred ∴1

  1. kenning prompt provided by Cassondra Windwalker, 9 March 2024 ↩︎

elf glory

∴ she moves gracefully
with stars in her hands
a bearer of ancestral wisdom
painting paths in desert sands
teaching in a language
understood by few

beneath the starry canopy
she tends flames
gifted by crow1, banishing shadows
feeding both body and soul with her stories

in the presence of elf glory
day draws near, and i am reborn ∴2

  1. Recalling stories told by Lynx Vilden when I was fortunate enough to have studied with her during her intensive primitive skills retreat. Thank you, Lynx! ↩︎
  2. kenning prompt provided by Cassondra Windwalker, 8 March 2024 ↩︎

feathers fall

∴ sorrow hangs
on misty peaks
as feathers fall
tokens of farewell
and days now
gone
in the wind
memories held by, we
‘til they all too
find their rest upon somber ground ∴1

  1. kenning prompt provided by Cassondra Windwalker, 6 March 2024 ↩︎

feeder of ravens

∴ each dawn
and every dusk
she roams the gloaming fold
a woman draped
in black and gold
feeder of ravens
their ebony forms flocking
to her breathless spell
into her silent sanctuary
a world in which she only knows ∴1

  1. kenning prompt provided by Cassondra Windwalker, 5 March 2024 ↩︎

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