The Bramble Circle yarn held too tight to stay

held too tight to stay whole

the maps to kingdoms erased from memory

My chest lifts with hope

working the links together by hand

The path is dry today

The Bramble Circle yarn held too tight to stayThey say the bramble pie was sweet on the tongue and bitter in the blood. Served on this very doily at Madame Corvinas midsummer sance, it was baked with berries plucked from the tangled hedgerows where nightshade roots crept unseen. The guests, a curious mix of high society and whispered occultists, thought themselves fortunate to taste such a rare treat. But as the mediums chant began to rise, so too did their fevered visions long dead lovers at