notdeermag
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
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.