You came
with ravens chattering
the streak of wisdom
for all to see.
flow from your lips
river cries
carried upon black wing
to crease the sky
so that man
with his many oiled fingers
cannot smooth it down again.
Beautifulterrible
uttering charms
of change
in silverstone purity
beneath mouthed obligations.
Carve your visage to
my skin
so I may speak
with ravens
2 comments:
this seems vaguely familiar to me. I like the dark, fairy tale sort of feel it has.
Yes yes
Its the one I wrote about the image you posted on your blog once
the woman with ravens around her
I am slowly uploading my back catalogue, whats left of it, usually I put repost on it but I forgot on this one
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