A Kenning of Bones



 moon, bay, tree silhouette

She ken his foot-rhythm

but did not turn.

The opal of the night

would reveal him soon enough.

Before stars succumb to Kephera’s gift,

they will stand unwoven,

sink to silent moss.

Throats cannot contain ecstasy.

C.J. Prince




When faeries dance rainbows around the full moon,

when the young lad tidies your garden,
when well being abounds,
you circle in ceremony, grateful.
    ~C.J. Prince