A velvet breath, impalpable.
erupt in silk and wildfire.
A fistful of fur,
the scent beguiles the sidewinder.
He kicks, he bucks,
pining for the edge in the stillness,
Flash floods of luck,
I aim my arrow straight at the eye.
And when it comes to a halt
and the moon burns red,
the bear howls out tonight.
Underwater, I am timbered and taut
I am bleeding in the arms of a weary God.
No one else saw what the bear and the moon saw.
With the elegy secured with the tightrope,
reap my accolades of skin and soul.
No one else knows what the bear and the moon know.
Everything Katie Dill does is absolutely incredible. Her writing is phenomenal and her arrangements of folk tunes are some of the best I've heard. Haunting, experimental, and beautiful. Andrew Preston