Author Archives: Theodora Goss

The Crabs by Theodora Goss Under the water the crabs, in their camouflage, crawl sideways suddenly, silently, startlingly, over the ocean floor, segmented, carapaced, each individually dancing its mute ballet, like a clawed metaphor. (The painting is Velvet Crab by … Continue reading →

The Ruined Cathedral by Theodora Goss Gray monks have wandered here, chanting their canticles, great kings have walked beneath these archways of wrought stone, and holy ladies read windows of parables, and late into the night, possessing all alone the … Continue reading →

Tiredness by Theodora Goss Tiredness has its own beauty. It is late, so late, and I have at last done my duty, fulfilled whatever needed fulfilling, completed the tasks of the day. Now, at last, darkness can come, and I … Continue reading →

Tam Lin Remembers the Fairy Queen by Theodora Goss She had eyes like apple seeds. A small, angular face that reminded me of a fox’s mask. Was it a mask she wore the whole time I was with her? The … Continue reading →

Green Man by Theodora Goss Come to me out of the forest, man of leaves, whose arms are branches, whose legs are twin trunks, rough bark covered with lichen. Come and take my hands in yours, and lead me in … Continue reading →

The Purple Iris by Theodora Goss There was one purple iris in a bed where many would be blooming in two weeks, and I thought, what made you come out so early? Did you hear birds and think, it’s summer … Continue reading →

One of Those Days by Theodora Goss It is one of those days when I feel completely out of step with the world, when I am convinced I should be somewhere different . . . Walking through a forest of … Continue reading →