Near the woodland marsh,
desperate pleas gargle...

Ravens croon with
ravenous laughter...

Candlelit hearth
splays quivering shadows...

I
As sure as...

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

A solitary raindrop
rolls down your left cheek...

Water leaks from the ceiling
into a rusty saucepan...

When I see you, I feel disorientated,
like I’ve stepped on the extra stair...

Like the
searing glow of ominous...

We rest our heads together
amongst crisp packets and empty tins...