Musings of a blade

A blade so sharp
It cuts the spark
And burns the world
Bare

Shoulder this heart
To marrows part
And turn to widow’s lair

Oh, love so fair
Break bread
Be merry
Before the blade falls fair

Not so casual

If I were inclined to be casual
I’d find myself lacking
Instead discover wanting
Distance bedamned

Casual lacks teeth
Lacks truth
Lacks fulfillment

Give, instead, the taste of the tongue
Run across skin
Desires bloom
Full blossom

As I sit
In calm repose
Intensity of gaze
Makes casual pose
A lie

I had a nightmare

I had a nightmare
It was a dream I’d had before, in some variation. I was walking in my parents backyard. I was talking to some people who I had the impression that they were family. We were trying to get to the house because the house was safe. Safe from what, I didn’t know. We were running away but before we did that we had tried to fight. As ninjas this time for some reason. We failed time and again until the only option left was to run. So we ran and we had made it to outside parents house. But it’s in a place where I have always had the feeling it was hungry. When I was young, the nightmare was that animals or bugs carpeted the ground and every time I tried to cross it I’d almost get devoured. This time there was a thing in the shape of a man standing by a tree that had no business being there. We were resting and it was searching for a way in, almost like it was trapped. Eventually it pushes its way into the world/area we were at. Part of that was I taunted it for some reason. I don’t remember why but it invaded and turned into a raving ravenous creature. It cut through us and the only thing left was to run. We were almost home but it was too far, and everyone but me fell. All alone I make the door and slam it shut. The turn the bolt but it fails to strike home and I get the sense that this is where I died previous times. But I am lucid dreaming at this point and I slam the bolt home. The thing is screaming and raving outside, talking about what bits it wants to eat. But I control the dream and I cage it in light. Again I get the impression that this had failed on prior occasions, but this time the cage is strong enough. This time the being is destroyed. I sever it’s ties to the yard and make the area inhospitable to creatures of its kind. Then I wake up

Fae queen

What plans may make
To bind, to break

Seal me in
This burning skin
And dance my eyes
To take

haunted rows,
Midst fallow groves
The flowers fair do reach

And on your brow
You wear
your crown
of twist goldenrod

My soul is yours to keep

Bemusedly Betwixt

There is door
between moon
And
stars
All draped in blackest tack

Whilst it breathes
You’ll find me here
amidst the wreathe and wrack

Narrow back
And
Twisted rose
A smile made of lack

To my home
I must go
Ere the night bites back

Major Arcana

The fool dances his tune
A merry wanderer
Giving chance a shaking
A snowstorm in a snow globe
Each piece set in ribald chase
Each course changed
A subtle shade of yearning

Painkillers

slipping out

aches and reminders

of life

Pains forgotten
It all seems light
But on horizon

The struggle
The fight

Life without pain
Is seductive
Falsehoods generally are
Just a pill to make it better

Just a pill will get you far
Seductive song to get you going
Just as strong to keep you up

This will is full of knowing
When a little is too much

Lost frogs

This blank page staring back
Words filter like strained seaweed
Plopping on the canvas
Like desultory frogs
Wondering how they got there