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
Posted Thursday, Apr 28th 2022 @ 13:21