Corbid Ravenous

Fisher King: “The Myth, of the Fisher King A young man (the Hero or Fool) leaves his forest home in the Waste Land to follow the knights of King Arthur. He has many adventures, but when he seeks to return home to his dying mother, the young man loses his way. Eventually, he happens upon … Read more

I adore my baby Sarah. I love the smell of her, her insane baby laugh and every little dimple. But she has this exhausting need to stick to me like velcro at all times. She literally clings to the hem of my clothes so that I can barely walk and bursts into tears if I … Read more

I could burn for a thousand years and never be warm enough Could melt with a thousand suns and never feel a thing I could eat the pomegranite seeds and stay here forever In the burning lands where old gods wither and dead men walk with their eyes of glass and cold,cold souls In the … Read more

When I was young the wild god came to me I found his graven image in a shop by the sea and wore it on a silver chain between my breasts and learned the arts of womanhood and you should know the rest I found my heart’s desire the pendant broke in two I put … Read more

They always sounded cool and everything, but what on earth do they mean? The union of the snake is on the climb.. It’s gonna race it’s gonna break – Gonna move up to the borderline.. There’s a dream that strings the road With broken glass for us to hold And I cut so far before … Read more

http://www.orkneyjar.com/tradition/hunt.htm Belief in the Wild Hunt is found throughout the British Isles, as well across Northern Europe. Although the basic idea is the same in all variations – a phantasmal leader and his men accompanied by hounds who “fly” through the night in pursuit of something. What they are pursuing is not clear although Norse … Read more

Lay small tokens at her altar sandalwood and moonstones Swatches of silk and linen silver chains and scents and songs She is a jealous orb she wants the toys from your attic the skeletons from your closet nothing of value to anyone at all easily missed but more precious than gold She demands reverance and … Read more

I forgot picture day and dressed Maggie in a Powerpuff T shirt. Then I forgot it was a half day and they had to call me to pick her up. OH, the shame of it all…

Sublimation made a monster out of me.

I could burn for a thousand years and never be warm enough Could melt with a thousand suns and never feel a thing In the burning lands where old gods wither and dead men walk with their eyes of glass and cold,cold souls In the underworld lower than beyond and further still This poem’s beginning … Read more