carving axe

Brother, is the cave as dark
As your insidious heart?

Burn her, you said
The world smells of skin half-baked and little girls’ tears

Sugar, spice, half beasts and beautifully aged wine
Forest trails of half eaten candy hearts
Do you remember the warmth of your arm inside my chest?

Brother, you were born to destroy and carve
Axe hands swinging harder than a knight’s sword
Magnolia trees and pigtail braids, all mere game

(Papa said beauty can turn a man’s blood mad)
Hyacinth limbs and smiles darker than the crescent moon
The shadow of a lily; wolfsbane and wolf’s scream


Brother, I too was born from the axe
I too was born bear; oaken jaw and a waterfall mouth
Complete forest, all dead and brilliantly burning
Like a storm tossed ship we came out of mother

Don’t believe a word when they say the witches have all been burned
Monsters exist, brother, and not all live in gingerbread houses

—  Camillea

clive_standen: Just as Rollo’s true agenda is hidden from all going in to season 4, it’s fitting that my new axe made by the crew at @thegrimfrost has Jormungandr (the Midgard serpent) carved into the axe head & shaft…The Midgard serpent is hidden beneath the seas until it lets go of its own tail & ultimately spells the end of the world!

Closed starter for @warriorveined because I can…and stuff…

Anya returned to Polis for the first time in over five years, but she’d not really had any reasons to.  She’d just be a burden, considering her days as a warrior ended when the Ice Queen’s axe had carved a bloody swath through her thigh and shattered her knee, and raising horses was something she couldn’t exactly do within the city, either.  But this year, she had some fine stock to sell at the Harvest Festival, and she figured it was probably overdue to visit with her former second.  That she’s coming with a fine warhorse in tow meant for Lexa is merely a bonus.  

There were already booths and pens and training grounds going up all over the grassy swaths of country outside the city, and Anya directed her second to begin stringing up a rope fence for her horses as she carefully let herself down from the mare she was riding.  Her wince was hidden against the dark neck before her before the former warrior started limping her way around to strip gear and equipment from the horses, releasing them into the simple enclosure with a nod to the boy she’d taken on a couple summers ago.  

From her previous experience with Lexa and the Festival, she knew that the Commander and her retinue were probably already deep into viewing the wares that were brought to the city from the far reaches of the 12 clans.  And when she rounded her mare and spotted the intricate braiding of familiar dark hair, the warrior couldn’t help but carefully limp her way over to her former second as the younger woman remained unawares of her presence, browsing some trinkets or another.  “I see you’re still letting me sneak up on you, Leksa,” Anya drawled slowly, unable and unwilling to keep the wide grin from her features as the Commander turned to face her, “But I’m not really a threat to anyone these days.  You look well.”

She is handy with an axe
carves and follows her own path,
creating her catastrophe
inventing her reality,



She drinks her coffee black
with a splash of rationality
to anchor dreaming tendencies
like shorelines link the earth and seas.

—   M.C.S