Last night

they came


my horses.


Grey, with

bright white




the sea

a moonlit




I walked

the sand


a gentle breeze,

my hand entwined


in lion’s mane.


Last night

the shadows


set me free,

& I,


a Circe

come again


wove spells

from moss &


called the names

of creatures


great & small.


This morning’s

sun is hot


with life,


it blazes on

my lemon




but I prefer

the shaded




to walk in



spirit led


while other’s



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