west dagger
To love completely is to let go....
abandoning loneliness in a Walden,
far off in the weirwood,
where fae beasts feast.
Let teeth dissolve the husk of I,
the careful name, the brittle map
drawn in ink of fear.
Let antlered shadows claim
the final crumb of tomorrow.
Become the offering on moss,
a marrow-sweet surrender
to root and moonlight law.
No pact but dissolution’s grace:
where yours begins, let mine erase.
Then from bracken, from bone,
from scoured hollows left behind,
a green shoot drinks the vanished rain.
A different song stirs in the throat-
not owned, but born of being eaten whole.
nimble glen
rose sedge
jolly crystal