Spectral Wood

Beneath the moon,Arboreal cloud, Of misting leaves That rustle loud; Against a sky, Obsidian dreams, The night gods prowl, Or so it seems. Twinkling stars Of prickled ice, A shawl of silver Without a price; This is the night Of deepest thought Where centaurs hunt And dryads flaunt, The world I know, Misunderstood, The place […]

The Tabletop

 Skin stretched out before me  Years trapped in the grain  Polished memories of the past   A thousand nights of rain  So many sunbeam smiles in light   With fingers stretched to God  Now set out just to hold my drink  I think that all so odd! 

Grain of Past Lives

 In grain of wood lies honest truth Of years spent struggling to reach world’s roof. A time that seems so very far, Distant wafts of pure amber. Where overcoats were made of leaf, And mistral winds bore no teeth. Set against idyllic scenes  That we envision in our dreams. Yet now I set my drink on you, Instead of admiring verdant view. But know […]

Hoot

 There was a chill in the wood. Ice crept over and along the gnarled bark of the oak trees, creaking a slow passage. Acorns hung from glacial branches, glistening adornments to the wood’s mighty guardians.  The owl didn’t give a hoot.  Snow began to fall across the countryside. So delicately applied coating was it that even a […]

In Darkest Night

A flickering deceives his hunter’s eye as lantern spits and then runs dry. The trees they seem to stoop and grasp towards this man, his dye is cast. For normal wood this place is not, as every tree holds hangman’s knot. And every creaking, groaning branch claws to him as if to snatch. The hunter’s […]

A Lycan Night

Slowly, slowly, moving on I follow the lead of my venting breath A chill The hairs on my neck stand on end Every crack of twig Every whoosh of wind And every second is an eternity Moon strays from behind cloud Illuminating a darkling wood A call. My blood freezes I am frozen I want […]