Scarecrow Sorcerers
Three ran the hushwater path
stalk and straw, bloom and thread
skimming the skin of the trembling fen
as stormlight bruised the reeds
Their limbs whispered brittle verses
riddles sung backward by the wind:
“Skel skel silva morna”
a chant shaped like wings of dusk
Marsh-wrack bent to listen
Blackbirds spiraled like thrown charms
The bog's breath thickened
as their feet stitched vapour trails in peat
Each call, each rustle, echoed a forgotten name
lost in the hush
the wind left behind
Scarecrow Sorcerers
Three ran the hushwater path
stalk and straw, bloom and thread
skimming the skin of the trembling fen
as stormlight bruised the reeds
Their limbs whispered brittle verses
riddles sung backward by the wind:
“Skel skel silva morna”
a chant shaped like wings of dusk
Marsh-wrack bent to listen
Blackbirds spiraled like thrown charms
The bog's breath thickened
as their feet stitched vapour trails in peat
Each call, each rustle, echoed a forgotten name
lost in the hush
the wind left behind