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Meadows Black with Crows
My bed is made in meadows black with crows,
Where feathered clouds consume the new moon’s light
And murdered dreams cast spells before they go.
With night so black, the ferry’s scarlet haze
Stalks shadow forms at river’s final edge
It’s there I seek your frigid, shallow eyes.
Our pennies glint that make the keeper’s wage,
A face so drawn, a murky portrait's ghast,
Skull dancer mask in Muertos’ day regale.
We knew our selves, when mustard dyed the fields,
The lapis skies betrayed the new day's come,
In Beltane night, we sang our naked songs.
In parting brought at Frosted ways' diverge,
The leaves despaired to hide my traveled path.
But you, at headlong speed into the wood.
The traveled path whose cost was only years,
With no felled trees, but demons marked the course,
That brought me to this bed in meadows’ rill.
Their raptors' chant, the prayers of longing sleep,
I know you have arrived to make our way.
What tales will tell when we are joined again?
For soon I'll cross to you and take my coins.
When torches flame to gain me on the road,
I’ll fare away from meadows black with crows.
Where feathered clouds consume the new moon’s light
And murdered dreams cast spells before they go.
With night so black, the ferry’s scarlet haze
Stalks shadow forms at river’s final edge
It’s there I seek your frigid, shallow eyes.
Our pennies glint that make the keeper’s wage,
A face so drawn, a murky portrait's ghast,
Skull dancer mask in Muertos’ day regale.
We knew our selves, when mustard dyed the fields,
The lapis skies betrayed the new day's come,
In Beltane night, we sang our naked songs.
In parting brought at Frosted ways' diverge,
The leaves despaired to hide my traveled path.
But you, at headlong speed into the wood.
The traveled path whose cost was only years,
With no felled trees, but demons marked the course,
That brought me to this bed in meadows’ rill.
Their raptors' chant, the prayers of longing sleep,
I know you have arrived to make our way.
What tales will tell when we are joined again?
For soon I'll cross to you and take my coins.
When torches flame to gain me on the road,
I’ll fare away from meadows black with crows.
Published 27th May 2017
| Edited 28th May 2017
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28th May 2017 7:39am
The dark & eerie beauty cannot stave/
The coins you garner will it be enough/
For when you see it's time to follow me.
RL
Jadey
The coins you garner will it be enough/
For when you see it's time to follow me.
RL
Jadey
28th May 2017 8:05am
I thank you your verse that speaks so well to mine. It is a fine response to my call. And I am deeply honored to be placed on your list. Thank you for your generous read. Thomas
29th May 2017 7:38pm
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30th May 2017 2:59pm
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