Here is a Story to Return You to the Surface of Earth.
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'The Skeleton Bride' by Peter Blegvad
From 'The Skeleton Bride' by David Morley in Enchantment
Light up, phabaràv, kindle the kind wood
for the rose of the moon is opened; the camp
nested in darkness; our dogs snore in their heap.
Prala, you are chilled. Seal your eyes when you will.
Those lamenting tents might then fall silent.
Our women are waiting on your rule of sleep.
Here, take my blanket stitched with flame.
Weave what warmth you can from what I say.
Keep listening, more like overhearing I know.
Don’t heed the wind’s gossip in the trees. Those elms
lie. Oaks over-elaborate. I have coppiced them all
for my word fires. Here is an ember to light you.
Here is a story to return you to the surface of earth.