Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Winter cries A broken sob Of rain and throbbing grey To wistful white A sorry sight A tear track trails And smiling fails As frost bites hard Each chew and chomp Enamel stomp Upon a tongue Of furry sludge A grisly grudge A snarling… Continue Reading “Cry of the Cailleach”