Devotee

By Jewel Andersen 

Oscillating between

reality’s thin wires,

flashes of Samhain

fiending fleshed fires.

Echo poised on

the cliff’s edge seam,

fish-mouthed and bowed

in gaping scream.

Or Ophelia —

weed-laced

and willow dazed.

Nettle at wrist,

daisy gaze half-raised.

Foam-veiled, unmade,

she mouths the flood —

dream-drunk on silt

and spindle-blood.