Monday, December 14, 2015

hollowed ground

figs lay there upon the ground;
marzipan & acorns
a fairytale of scattered words
to the fallen frost
a promise
a night
a light
spoken charms & curses
steam rising from fermented dreams
bundle up tight
tangle the wool-weave tight to your heart
stand with me
upon this sacred place
stand;
broken whole
tokens of mystery
taken
shaken from
your fist--sugar-dusted figs thrown
offered to stars
as talismans
a promise
a gift
to a winter moon shrouded by clouds & expectation
hidden from sight
ringed by particles of golden light
this night



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