The cunning folks' meadow is where she left the lupine
buried in soft sand beneath the snoggers’ bough,
no trace of the salt, the circle of hands broken--
in Gowdie's borough where the doctor's boy's horse was hitched
for five days before anyone noticed there were his knuckles
sunken in clay sand at the meeting of red cedars, his jaw
gone as most of his parts. Fly agarics haunched encircled,
skyclad, here they reach for one another; this one swayed
as she gathered her henbane, there overlooking is a small cloudy whatsit
the transient Apple Demon of the kneegrass clearing, overhead heavy
ironwood where at equinoxes the sisters of the fold sit and howl; staves
lose want here, the crease of the cedars toward the shallows
where the lost-eyes follow in covine brookside toward warrens
and dens, a sawtooths' dam filters her divinely. The current
knows what it carries, mouth of the river governing water across
its gummy banks awash with her and the memory of initiation.
There upon the rivers' edge, hand below
bare feet, one on head, lupine in five heeled
star, circle of salt, Auld One observe--
Thou most cume, wulfe gode, Ond
Howleth what with mine voyce,
Dawne never come unlesse biddeth
By wille of thou, O wulfe gode, Ic giveth
Alle mine sylf to thee, who possede thisse woode,
And that whych I holde betwixt mine hands
Haer and Haer.
Heaven took no heed, nor hell,
and the rotating worm clod
sat still without Margaux,
malefaction nonplussed her thought
gashed brow, sitting Apple Demon gurgling,
his moistened snickering flapped contumely
through his facial hole:
Still thy soul--presumest me thou needest aid
in the art of conjuration; lay thee down thine ear
and I shall abide thee with the proper invocation.
A sharp slate shard produced by his miniscule hand extended offered the girl her chance at satisfaction.
Her ear abruptly rendered lay before the demon leftward leaning who fondled the bond of his transaction.
He spoke:
The Wolf God heeds not the common herbalists' discretions.
Lupine is a pleasing name, but given to a plant by humans.
How quaint thy prayer, but incense to a demiurge,
an affront to their station; Yield me thy good ear--
To satiate thy Primal assemble cords of ash and burn
them in thy hovel, atop the conflagration a tribute
in supplication whereupon the God will sate
herself when called—she will hunger--the journey
from thence requires a small amount of recompense:
an abominable conception. Send a missive to thy sister;
Uncannily wilt thou notice me at the hour of her giving birth
in lieu of further needless interaction, mine sparrow will oversee
thy deed’s completion. Release thy sister’s coldborn youth
by placing him amid the blazing fire with thine wish inscribed
on vellum. For thy bidding a marvelous ink, write with this,
burn the letter, ‘twill be impossible to resist. Adieu,
and when again we meet, I shall stand upon two feet.
Deoree Suster Edvige:
Ic encountered thee most estrange speara in tha meadowe
fallowed me by somme tricke to mine cottage, stayes inna tha kitchen--
buried in soft sand beneath the snoggers’ bough,
no trace of the salt, the circle of hands broken--
in Gowdie's borough where the doctor's boy's horse was hitched
for five days before anyone noticed there were his knuckles
sunken in clay sand at the meeting of red cedars, his jaw
gone as most of his parts. Fly agarics haunched encircled,
skyclad, here they reach for one another; this one swayed
as she gathered her henbane, there overlooking is a small cloudy whatsit
the transient Apple Demon of the kneegrass clearing, overhead heavy
ironwood where at equinoxes the sisters of the fold sit and howl; staves
lose want here, the crease of the cedars toward the shallows
where the lost-eyes follow in covine brookside toward warrens
and dens, a sawtooths' dam filters her divinely. The current
knows what it carries, mouth of the river governing water across
its gummy banks awash with her and the memory of initiation.
There upon the rivers' edge, hand below
bare feet, one on head, lupine in five heeled
star, circle of salt, Auld One observe--
Thou most cume, wulfe gode, Ond
Howleth what with mine voyce,
Dawne never come unlesse biddeth
By wille of thou, O wulfe gode, Ic giveth
Alle mine sylf to thee, who possede thisse woode,
And that whych I holde betwixt mine hands
Haer and Haer.
Heaven took no heed, nor hell,
and the rotating worm clod
sat still without Margaux,
malefaction nonplussed her thought
gashed brow, sitting Apple Demon gurgling,
his moistened snickering flapped contumely
through his facial hole:
Still thy soul--presumest me thou needest aid
in the art of conjuration; lay thee down thine ear
and I shall abide thee with the proper invocation.
A sharp slate shard produced by his miniscule hand extended offered the girl her chance at satisfaction.
Her ear abruptly rendered lay before the demon leftward leaning who fondled the bond of his transaction.
He spoke:
The Wolf God heeds not the common herbalists' discretions.
Lupine is a pleasing name, but given to a plant by humans.
How quaint thy prayer, but incense to a demiurge,
an affront to their station; Yield me thy good ear--
To satiate thy Primal assemble cords of ash and burn
them in thy hovel, atop the conflagration a tribute
in supplication whereupon the God will sate
herself when called—she will hunger--the journey
from thence requires a small amount of recompense:
an abominable conception. Send a missive to thy sister;
Uncannily wilt thou notice me at the hour of her giving birth
in lieu of further needless interaction, mine sparrow will oversee
thy deed’s completion. Release thy sister’s coldborn youth
by placing him amid the blazing fire with thine wish inscribed
on vellum. For thy bidding a marvelous ink, write with this,
burn the letter, ‘twill be impossible to resist. Adieu,
and when again we meet, I shall stand upon two feet.
Deoree Suster Edvige:
Ic encountered thee most estrange speara in tha meadowe
fallowed me by somme tricke to mine cottage, stayes inna tha kitchen--