Yard With Maze

Minute 6.42

Land’s ice is broken, the fire’s ashes flung
Into the stream above and over sea
Trade and journey foiled where beads are hung

The weather under ground will dust the lee.

Stonework

Minute 3.13

The name invoked, a terror in the lore
Riding west and down, white rose and the crown
Cut and plied, shagged edges in the corps
About the town a string of copper wound.

Minute 2.27

The storm’s firstborn, jaw driven to the sand

Iron bells broken, blackened pearls on a strand

Rope an incantation, torches preside
Toilers pull pennies away from the tide.

Minute 3.21

Moon rises on the island of the dogs

Captives bled, city falls upon the stair

A name returns to find and free the gods
Hill of war and water’s sacred square.

Graffiti, Twin Arrows