Poetry, Uncategorized

A Necromancer Woos a Dancer

In the interior world the mind Shackles and confines, A spirit that seeks an outlet unconfined, undivined, unrefined. Layers of history shine, Subterranean out of time When the Tuath Dé dreamed We performed rituals of mime. Son of intellect, daughter of wonder. A taxonomist beholds categories, A necromancer woos a dancer. Unkempt they crept from asphalt, Ginger burn on lips …