Rick Hollon | poetry | A Pocket Digest of Faerie Coinage

A Pocket Digest of Faerie Coinage

Silver gets you
a night bruised in cobweb
a waltz through dewdrop
a swallow of moonshine
a sweet spring under sea

Gold gets you
a cup of jewelweed, brimming
his glance gracing your own
lips pressed to your knuckles
something hidden in the river

Stone gets you
lightest touch of hemlock
head spinning cold shadow
root bound and burgeoning
a taste of him under tongue

Bone gets you
a breath of dandelion seed
a blue lizard’s tail, moving
the fall of a forgotten feather
a century of dawns alone

Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram

Rick Hollon (they/them or fey/fem) is a nonbinary queer writer, parent, and woods witch from the American Midwest. Feir writing has appeared in Strange Horizons, Kaleidotrope, (mac)ro(mic), and elsewhere.