Queenie- Lois Linkens

White slip of night at the shore,

And the fox-eyed pebbles wink at

The cold pearl moon. The freshwater stream,

Like silver silk

Heralds the flush of the waves, the bubbling spits

Of the shallows, stones like eyes, stones like saucers,

Like griddle cakes. There comes a woman,

Without a coat, silver-wax shoulders studded

With gooseflesh. She walks,

Toward the black water and the night-worms

Hear her singing, overhead her socked feet damp

And bottoms gritty,

A soft knitted invasion.

There is a country, far beyond the stars

 

Her red hat

Like a herring on a line sways with her

Narrow peg shoulders

And the sea

Is tar on her woollen toes.

 

 

Lois is a poet and student from England. She is studying the literature of the Romantics and hopes their values and innovations will filter through into her own work. She is working on longer projects at present, with a hope to publish poetry collections and novels in the years to come. She is a feminist, an nostalgic optimist, and a quiet voice in the shadows of Joanne Baillie and Charlotte Smith. It is a pleasure to present her work, and you can find more of it at Lois E. Linkens.

Moondrops – Sarah Doughty

The moondrops glistening on your skin mapped out more than just stars that needed to be named. They were constellations, solar systems, and galaxies. An entire universe awaited to be explored, and though I didn’t know where to start, I knew I wanted to discover them all.


[Sarah Doughty is the tingling wonder-voice behind Heartstring Eulogies. She’s also the author of The Silence Between Moonbeams, her poetry chapbook, and the acclaimed novels and novellas of the Earthen Witch Universe. Good news, they’re all offered for free, right here! To learn more about how awesome Sarah is, check out her website, stalk her on Goodreads, or both.]

völvur – samantha lucero

woman, do you not
long to meet the wet-nurse of the wild
weeping by the flaring mouth
of the yonder tilting,
open-coat of a seething, heaving sea
& hear her salt a muffled meow,
wrought into hard obsidian woe
& thus i spy her music screaming even now
morose & just for thee

man, do you not
long to meet the red devil-woman
sick with sin, the whore of babylon
in feathery bed, writhing in the keyhole
of every fragment of your hive
& open-mouthed, moon-eyed
imploring, welcome-palmed
to receive you as your mother did
in perfect howl & flood

i will encircle you 9 times like the styx,
& where i walk there will be blood.


[Samantha Lucero is the jack-o-lantern at sixredseeds. IMAGE CREDIT: Not Sam, but rather Sam’s lovely friend Kassandra (devil_woman6 on instagram.]