Poem – “Devil of the Solstice”

Devil of the Solstice

Here the unholy tones of your footsteps whisper,
Ingesting death in baubles of bone and opal
Devil of the solstice, never threaten your song
A billow of razors and dead willow vines
Do you hear it reaping the ice from the mountains?
A sound so somber would ring the cries
From the unborn and necropolitan alike,
Devil of the solstice, never wander by my window

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Poem – “Flower Crown”

Flower Crown

The triad of sisters crowned with poppies,
Twirling into the hour of the equinox
The spring of mother water spider
Crawling up from the guts of the earth
To rain upon heaven from the inside out
Gentle dream of the aeon before judgment

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