Alchemisland Poetry

Writings – Invocations

  • Hues
    This weed, cateye green My eyes red like that cab Christine New sheen or recalled at least some forgotten pristine The hues which speeding blurred to unmeaning refused my refusal. She knew what I told her and so I told her everything. The nail-tugging inquisitor of unfilled silence I fill with secrets, to see who… Read more: Hues
  • How a frostblood fares during sunflares
    Where love burgeons urgents the listening asp; A holding branch snapped My life’s blister exuded glistening sap. Crocus grew whereat She lotus sat at cockrow. Later, in a plaintive solar, a smashed urn sat like Saturn’s molars Having eaten a stone; behold, his last and best son is stolen. We focus that Which holds to… Read more: How a frostblood fares during sunflares
  • Stripped sapling
    How something bares Virtue being always there Easily had as air As room span to able arm. No, the virgin beholder’s view Is lost now to me and you  As the stable room is To the regretful spinner. Strange isn’t it, that; How old hat so oft seen as to be plundered of spleen Can… Read more: Stripped sapling
  • Oather’s fugue
    Rising snailine my Depressed worth Like a balloon burst; Dearth love hath this troubling Hatchless heart Half-earthed, reluctantly art’d. Bubbling Boiling over unwatched. Unaimed.  I fear imagined birthrights. Snorting harsh saline Drowning in marshy brine. Her body was a grimoire writ In gritty braille and fingernails To read I willed myself blind With imagination and… Read more: Oather’s fugue
  • Bruised choral
    Hurt such That received love Felt undeserved. Clutched but reluctant Trudged toward;  Trust always lies to a sword. Descending like exiled angels Cardboard wings wear my wishes; Once fetched from treetops  From river stretches fished Separate like brittle things at the soft prod  Of fingertops. The frosted pond of our love  Melting as the sun… Read more: Bruised choral

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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