A poem by Prartho – Sleeping with the Ravens.
Sleeping with the Ravens
All night they flapped through me
on blue-black wings. By morning
every hair on my head had gone white
and was risen. Like wayward roots
they burrowed into the firmament.
I woke with that old raw
hunger… ravenous.
Not for starlight
but for what recedes—
the bottomless yearning
to walk with the ancient novitiates
who carry white fire
in their cupped dark hands.
Starfall in the Temple
by Prartho Sereno
Blue Light Press, 2023, 108 pages
ISBN-10 : 1421835479
ISBN-13 : 978-1421835471
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