Avant-goût

Both poet and sorcerer.

Water, then air, shunning

earth’s grasp, but for her trees

skywards reaching.

 

Darkness, my light,

mysterious come-hither violet, fragrant

from a place that exists only in moonlight,

defiant and sensual, a sultry enchanter.

 

Shadowed legend, wildness and wiseness,

as vast as the sea, as deep as the heavens.

Visionary. Romantic. Avant-garde.

The oaken sacrifice in every vein.