compline, Katy Naylor

there are trees

that reach between worlds

these roots that connect us

ygdrassil

Odin swings

half blind, drunk on wisdom

this trunk that connects us

casting wide swift ravens

Thought and Memory

these boughs that connects us

I lie awake

time stretched

ink-deep silence

these branches that connect us

soft rattle at the window

I reach across

a fretful canyon

this crown that connects us

soothed by the touch of feathers

I settle, warm in your hand

dreaming of water

these leaves that connect us

my breath

hour by hour

my life inscribed in a book

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Katy Naylor lives by the sea, on the south coast of England. She writes poetry and text adventure games in the time that falls between the cracks. She secretly wants to be a Viking. She has work published or forthcoming in: The Bear Creek Gazette, Outcast Press, and Resurrection Mag.