If you go fishing by morning light,
there are trinkets and jewels upon the lakeside...

I
As sure as...

Candlelit hearth
splays quivering shadows...

Ravens croon with
ravenous laughter...

Near the woodland marsh,
desperate pleas gargle...

is the colour of
my better wishes...

I saw the promise of
Spring dancing in your irises...

To the man
who tore his lovers...

My mother cried
when I was a child...

I once had a headache,
Googled the answer...

We were skipping
stones across a gilded lake...

Part of me
wanted to steal...