If you doubt the stars are fire, ever vanishing in a dragon’s universe. Then come to where earth meets air. Follow there the woman with the silver staff. You’ll find her deep in ravens, speaking in ken. She holds a promise to watch the world from the end where water tumbles to infinity. If you …
The Sky is Our Chariot: A Mythical Poem for the Sky Walkers of the World Tree
They came from the sky our chariots of clouds Thunder rolling under the wheels, eagles swerving at the fore. They came in the silver light of the moon rose high and round, playing peek with the dark. On the ground heads turned up, starlight eyes desire. Hands twitching, grasping at their sides. Desperate wishes to …
Stop Creativity: A Poem
Stop Creativity
A jellyfish swims on the tiles in the bathroom.
Deer prints walk through the paint on the wall.
A cat meows through the shower curtain.
The kettle whistles steam down the hall.
The world rolls on. Up moon, down sun.
Star scatter across paper skies
made by children’s finger-paint projects.
Rain spatters. Scatters. Runs down
drain pipes. To the tune of washing up.
Done in the halogen glow of December.
Rain stops.
A cat turns and turns on blankets. Settles.
Purrs and stops too.
When the horse and the rider left.
When the horn fell to silence,
Imagination went for a wander.
It still hasn’t come back.