The winding footsteps
2 February 2016
Wherever
I walk to the hiss
Of nighttime
And ravens
I find bloodied safe havens
The riddles galore
December
It creeps into Heart
Ice and rock
Like playgrounds
Fitted with the snowbound ears
Readied coals’ embers
I colour
The dreams of the lost
Cast souls’ mast
Wild banners
My fingers know not the cost
Of lilies and smears
The white flag
Hovering like breath
Under tears
Play do me
Child clay a pool of dark fears
My music a sin
Wave the wand
Glory disappears
Magic wanes
Sugar melts
Truth around us how it pelts
Hail to story’s spin
Stir the pot
We cook what we dream
Stew and Heart
Spices art
Of broth and the melting meet
Pieces of our selves
Eleven
Moons in the wings’ folds
Seven skies
Greet my sighs
We sever what we know not
The winding footsteps
Reading of the poem:
Colours of the night – Evi Vine
December – Wooden Arms
For the Dreamers – Evi Vine
Tide – Wooden Arms
How Time Flies – Evi Vine
Chariclia – Wooden Arms
In this moment – Evi Vine
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