"skrying" poems
Have you ever been enveloped in the skrying wings of a dragon?
There can be terror in such comfort and there can also be comfort within such terror.
Oh, treacherous philanthropical tides of global improvement – lunar magnetism has led me to draw my sword in this Golden Dawn of revolt, as I bask in the magick of Boleskine soil.
This liquid pond of astral reflection has generated ripples across trances of eternal curiosity.
Stroke the beast and ride the physical planes with authority.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC
We went batwatching in the fields behind our school all eerie liquid in the lambent night
told how furglow wingbeats purred
beyond the skrying of our childish lights.
They see with sound and echo-
So you said.
Imagined heartbeats whisked around my head.
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 11:25 PM UTC