Friday 13th



Full moon roars

her winter storm


white powder

cleaves to eave


liquid crystallised

as stone


& the land moans

primeval fear.


Friday 13th

a witch’s brew


ice & grit

life’s bones:


fox drops trace

on frozen path


sky’s glaring eye

a portent of rebirth


I pack a suitcase

for new dawn


& wait spring’s thaw.

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