Stillness

Stillness
slips as dew falls
over silent stone, the
cackling of cicadas
yellow, yellowed
falling silently; bad rum
gathers me in a meadow of Monet.

when on dark nights the mountain wolf loudly prays
and a hard rain is banging
lay no king to rest where mountain shade -
buries meadows where rivers splay
into the sea.

for there, a burning anger,
a wrath of love, pounds stone into the sea
and darkly writhes the flame
in mountain lover caves her eyes
they know me well there
a wisdom tethered by demise.

and we, once with wings of river and hearts
of wolves
plundered meadows of planets' stars
where love beholds and voices sigh
her hair so Raven

in the ocean's tidal wolf song rain.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

I was sure I read and reviewed this already. I remember that line "cackling of cicadas" and still feel unsure of it. whispering, chattering, chiding ... I don't know, pick a word, cackling doesn't quite resonate for me, but perhaps you have your own reason for using this word.