Posted Thursday, Apr 28th 2022 @ 13:21

Tarry
Cut the groove to the lambskin bleating
Push
to the air ichor pulse made brine
Anchor
to the drone of a blithe heart beating
Hush
for the still where the cold strings bind

Copper
for the sinew, a lithe, dark thunder
Tin
for the bone, halcyon, blue, and bright
Willow
for the bough, bent to strike and sunder
Staid
is the hand that would quell its bite