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Unhenged
Stone giants stretch fingertips calibrated to the
stars
in circles, in crops, in rings of fat mushrooms that
open portals to another life
a life I dream about beneath the waking moon
who sings lullabies to the restless
who promises tomorrow isn't promised
tomorrow is another chance
to bloom
to follow the crooked path left footed & cloven
hoofed, stumbling against
rocky landscape of the dichotomy that we face
every morning when we wake
Between waking & the oblivion that consumes all
the parts I try to hide
who coughs them out one by one each a hard
marble round & slick with spit
it's a game, it's all a mystery but we play anyway
churning together
caught adrift in the uneven tide, the moon pulls too
hard now shaking us awake
& tomorrow's here the sun stirring at the heelstone
casting shadows
I fold into them cool as night, press myself against
sarsen pillows
inhaling the fading starlight
Bio:
Lexi Knott is a poet, silversmith & witch living in Edinburgh, Scotland. Her latest work has appeared in Black Bough Poetry, Hecate Magazine & more. Follow along on Instagram & Twitter: @naiadpoet