He rises
Fire-fresh, fangs for toes,
the diurnal amber raptor
scatters crow confetti,
pigeon constellations,
with stern, solemn,
brow.
the diurnal amber raptor
scatters crow confetti,
pigeon constellations,
with stern, solemn,
brow.
Boleyn in the storm
The heartbeat of the whale-throat sea is slow, pushing a world's blood: blue heavy with history, into prophecy that licks into waves like a dragon's tongue frothy with wind and disbelief. But I believe – my red rhythm recognises something floating furious, my own pulse dances in the bigger beast's drum. And creature, we scream the dirt and silver of the storm, eroded limbs and salt-eyed strong breaking the line of water into a circle – myself into myself back up to the surface. C. LJ 2025 (Inspired by Six Wild Crowns)
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