Shrugged off,
dropped low in the laurel
creeling  bereaved on hands an.nees,
flattening bracken and 
cracksnapping tinder-twigs.
quicksilver slick, your
devils coachorse skin shines~
eyes scry flame-hearted dewdrops;
shadowcraving. hurling curses
you settle, rippling dry drifts, 
folding reluctantly beneath agrimony
and dandelion, quietly sighing,
numbed by feverfew~loathing litha.
violet-veiled.velvet swathed secret,
mole~soft witch sister,
bide time; tide pulled time,
whisper secrets to the moss with parched~lips:
not long, not long
not long.


~ by Beeskiffle on April 10, 2010.

3 Responses to “dawn”

  1. Perfect Ebby allegory. Who is it?

  2. Very haunting, especially the refrain at the end. More please.

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