Where once a silver thread did bind
us, precious little now remains;
yet thought of you my heart constrains
You ushered me into a room
lit with a thousand twinkling stars,
pulled out my chair and ordered the wine.
we’re all looking for that sweet spot
the place it all comes together
the corner of the cosmos
where the stars align
The days of magick now are dead,
the daughters of Cerridwen gone
to Avalon, the apple isle
languishing in the skyscrapers in their newly risen cities…
I was greeted by the sight
of a motley band of peasants –
men, women, children –
some playing instruments
it was a sweet, sweet privilege
to share the hour and the air,
to embrace the warmth around you
here, there and everywhere.
i had only a few left,
but gave them up to you,
and when i was empty
i felt bette…
now before the mirror in the dark
the angle of moonlight slants
just shy of where i stand
admired the way the river moved,
patient and yet determined,
they way it wore the earth into a groove,
broke open the blood beneath.
somewhere in a place unseen,
the cuckoo is returning,
in the clutches o…
My mother used to say train whistles sang of sadness,
but to me they always meant adventure.
you are nothing
but a mirage
of the lies
are like scabs
you pick at them
and poke at them
My attic is a mess; I am a jackdaw,
a hoarder of everything
I have picked up along the roadside.
a string uncut
into the future
We had an arrangement,
unspoken though it was.
M’name’s Alice Keyes.
I had two other names