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Turning



Turning

I have carved myself out - bones to skin
with an awl slivered from the backbone
of a Dire Wolf.  

I have lain in a barrow mound
pouring eons beneath my flesh
Allowing the veil to render the smoke
carried by forgotten fires

 Giving me breath to stand.



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lurkingwombat
Sep. 25th, 2012 02:11 am (UTC)
ok that is kinda dark...and where you did you find a Dire Wolf anyways?
ciaranbochna
Sep. 25th, 2012 02:19 am (UTC)
It has been mulling in my head a couple of days, so it required letting go. As to the wolf - I have a quantum loophole in my bookshelf, quite well hidden.
caffienekitty
Sep. 25th, 2012 05:58 am (UTC)
Oof. Yeah.
ciaranbochna
Sep. 25th, 2012 02:58 pm (UTC)
*hugs*
lurkingwombat
Sep. 27th, 2012 05:10 am (UTC)
Poem
I like it especially this week. But you know you'd never be forgotten right?
J @ LW's
ciaranbochna
Sep. 27th, 2012 05:23 am (UTC)
Re: Poem
Thank you. Yes, this week. It would be lovely if you knew in advance things that would be triggers, wouldn't it? Ah well.

*Hugs for this week*
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