Devotee

Jewel Andersen
Nov 18, 2025
1 min read

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.

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