Haunt of Thieves: The Wayfarer

Posted by ractrose on 15 Oct 2018 in Art, Poems

Charcoal and pastel drawing of soldier wearing cap




Haunt of Thieves

Book Two







The Wayfarer


Where miles-long grow embattled limbs

Above the sea, salt-hardened, east-laden

Shading pathways wound through sand and scoured stone

Every stone an anvil shape, each tangled crown

Untossed by wind

The wayfarer, led in hunger by a ghost

Stares aloft to see a figure clad in spider webs

Rigid with the stories of the dead

He that approaches tears his garments

Threads of charred flesh as he feels them

Whip-ends of deliverance


That, he tells this mute, this sage

Draws hands now gloved in silk

Away. Beggar’s hands that leave

The seer undisturbed

“Yours is a lie as well”

The splintering of an ocean’s iron weight

Fills this grove with a searing mist

He sinks in the lee of a seated form

A gust, and from the branches

A filament filters down




Haunt of Thieves: The Wayfarer

Oil painting of soldier in kepi before dramatic rock formations

Book One
The Bride















(2017, Stephanie Foster)




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