Tuur Verheyde
Avalon Ripples
Updated: Jun 19, 2022

Branding
In the windswept winter-land
We maunder feeling
The still dread ferment;
What if a self, long since
Outgrown, still binds us
Like a deathly laggard,
Caught in gaze that
Once held us
In contempt and now
Will not let us
Grow?

Avalon Ripples
Walking into sleep,
Through the tall dune grass,
The breakers bellowing
Like brass, whistling of longing,
Woe and sea;
I miss what we never were.
I miss the shores that left me
Trembling there. I miss the tears
Like armour worn, I miss the love left
Drowned, stillborn.

The Inscription
The inscription on the stone
Pedestal of a yet to be
Sculpted forest
Effigy reads:
Woe betide
Any who, unmoved
By my presence,
Assays to move
Me.

Mug
Online only
Appearance is allowed to
Speak and mine mumbles
Unappealingly even when
My soul ferries song.