Historical Poetry

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Historical Poetry:

  • 1314. Windowpane Reflections
    Strangest predawn occurrence, I peered intoOpen windowpane, glass angled in ghostlyLight, I saw my reflection, but was someoneElse, another me, roaming all night, nowRetreating with first glimmer of sunlight.Whispered to […]
  • 1313. Emily’s Island Romance, Part 3
    Part 3: Emily Becomes Moon Manon (Last) Today, paper-wrapped package arrived, heart- Racing anticipation, return address of my lover, Letter enclosed, too painful to repeat, except My affections were not […]
  • 1312. Emily’s Island Romance, Part 2
    Part 2: Plain Fish on White Plate For weeks I shared my feelings, each letter More revealing than the last, thoughts on Windswept rocky shores realized, part of Myself recorded, […]
  • 1311. Emily’s Island Romance, Part 1
    Part 1: Maine Island Romance Inner light, glowing flame alighted within, Embers rising to wondrous warmth, slow, Gradual, unintended, through penned words, Inked lines in letters, I have fallen in […]
  • 1310. Willow, Torn Seasons
    Gale blowing offshore, swirling rain and snow, Obscuring nearby sea-stacks, Papa and I were Cottage bound, thrust together by dirty weather. Gusting winds, rhythmic thumping of front Door, papa lit […]
  • 1309. Willow, Guiding Lantern Light
    Whilst spring had arrived, days and nights Seemed just as long, seas as cold, yet fishers Took to cresting waves, lowering nets alongDistant rocky isles, coves and bays up andDown […]
  • 1308. Willow, Spring Stream Flowing
    “Our stream will flow again, Willow,” papaPromised, pipe puffing. “Hard winter for Island crofters, hearth fires, cooking pot,Ice melting, first few bubbles for morning Tea, stirabout. Slow-ticking clock, we awaited […]
  • 1303. Tenzing, Place of Fiery Light
    Beneath clear mountain skies, I wandered, Stream resting, cool water drinking, as did Bryjema, grass grazing, music of ringing Bells. Traversing rocky moraine, I am farther From home, happiness and […]
  • 1302. Tenzing, Beyond the Beyond, Part 5
    Part 5: Bewilderment Gave Way (Last) Tedious steps descending to rocky moraine, Fast-flowing streams, visit to Taygreté, one Word haunted me: Bewilderment. Cymbals, Drums, prayerful soul seeking divine, I, Tenzing, […]
  • 1301. Tenzing, Beyond the Beyond, Part 4
    Part 4: Mountain-Touching Heavens Rising mountain heights, presence of Taygreté, Priestess or oracle, I, Tenzing, wisdom there Received. Knowing dark eyes, she conveyed, “Young girl, divine voices beckoned me,” she […]
  • 1300. Tenzing, Beyond the Beyond, Part 3
    Part 3: Pilgrimage to Taygreté Night awakened, peering outside of small Yak-wool tent, dense fog descended, my Companion gone, Bryjema mist-wet. No Moon or stars I was nothingness lost, some […]
  • 1299. Tenzing, Beyond the Beyond, Part 2
    Part 2: Chance Encounter Three days Bryjema and I trekked rising Rocky paths, toward distant mountain peaks. No closer they seemed, one moment clear, Sunlit, next mist-shrouded, time obscured, Arduous […]
  • 1298. Tenzing, Beyond the Beyond, Part 1
    Part 1: Rocky Paths Together Taken What lies beyond mountain heights, cloud- Swept distance of nomadic shepherds and Goat herders? Beyond this life of prayer, Village solitude, of stream-flowing valleys? […]
  • 1297. Tenzing, Pony Bryjema
    Life has many pathways, mountain meandering, Valleys steep sloping, cold-flowing streams, Days of happiness, but one true destiny. Goat- Herding family, tent dwellers, arduous lives For generations, we lived as […]
  • 1296. Tenzing, Rivulet of Light
    Of age to make hillside pilgrimage, prayers And prostrations, my family watched from Afar, evening descended, sun setting behind Dark-silhouetted peaks, first stars, planets Rising-emerged, night of celestial solitude. Distant […]
  • 1295. Tenzing, Moraine Prayer Flags
    Not all deserts are sand-rippling dunes, Extending to cloudless horizon, lost Regions where nomadic wanderers Mingled alongside snowy summits. Where is this other desolate world? Here, on high plateau moraine, […]
  • 1294. Tenzing, Plateau Migrations
    First snow flurries, harbinger of hard winter, As hunter-gatherers, we migrated from high Plateau to protected lowland pastures and Lakes. Tonight, at river’s edge, campfires Burn, sparks rising to starry […]
  • 1293. Tenzing, Place of Bones
    Beneath wind-shivering wildflowers, Grasslands, bleached bones I found Infiltrated with reaching roots. How Many years have tribal clans taken Nearby paths across high steppe? In windy silence, I sing amongst […]
  • 1292. Tenzing, Sacred Path
    So much charity by so few, we are Forever grateful, songs of praise, no Blessings forgotten, protection from Windblown rain, grain for bread, clear Waters, we love and are loved.  […]
  • 1291. Tenzing, Clouds and Earth
    Upon high grasslands, clouds and earth Merge, morning sun, moving shadows. Alone, I walk amongst windy light, eyes Uplifted, arms outstretched, I rise to Mountain heights on lofty breeze.   First […]
  • 1290. Willow, Pale Moonlight
    Pale moon, cold light shadow-casting, family Cottage empty, parents gone, sleepless nights, I, Willow, find no peace amongst these stone Walls, footstep-smoothed wooden floors. Night Naked, I am lost, torn […]
  • 1289. Willow, Family Memories
    At sunset, I turned my eyes from sea to hills Behind me, gathering evening mist, low- Lying clouds reflecting rosy hues, ocean Moving, fleeting figures, elevated above my Home, Outer […]
  • 1288. Cosimia, Metallic Voices
    Evening hillside breeze, wind-waving trees, Belief in gods, old and new, metallic voices Beckoned me, Cosimia. “Do you hear them?” Parents listened, discerned not but hollow Sounds. “Abandoned temple, winding […]
  • 1287. Willow, Eternal Boatmen
    Where have I been? With sickness, many Have died, remaining disappeared. Days of Rain, dreams beyond reach, island life was Cloud-obscured. Fevered coughs, I drifted As rain dripped, streaked windowpanes, […]
  • 1285. Iola, Blossoms Gathered
    Spring morn, sunlight warming winter-pale flesh, Fertility rituals performed, translation of ancient Papyri, “Blossoms Gathered.” Unwary gaze, eyes Mirror bright, maidens awaiting muscled suitors, Gossamer gown feet-falling, secluded evenings Amongst […]
  • 1284. Forest Offering
    Winter-frozen forest, predawn hike on frosty trails, Rambling stream my senses sought, water flowing Beneath ice clear, steady movement eluded night- Congealing. First rising sun, light-limned treetops, Rising mist took […]
  • 1282. Willow, Song of Fair Isles
    How many hills does an island make, streams And pasturelands? It’s not what’s underfoot, But what sings within my heart, fair isles of Seas and skies. Melodies of rock and […]
  • 1281. Willow, Island Old Age
    Where does old age come from? Years island- Spent, amongst things unchanging, ebb and Flow of tides, surf crashing on rocky shores, Life’s grist, wearing flesh and bone. I’ve seen […]
  • 1278. Brynfrida, Forest Offering
    Cold nakedness, hunger, poverty, descending Steep ravines, single misstep I feared, death- plunging rocks, broken tree branches, dagger Sharp awaited me. “By every bleeding thistle Cut, injuries, illness you,” Brynfrida, […]
  • 1278. Brynfrida, Forest Wanderer
    “You have fallen from the sky,” my mother, Thrya, whispered – boundless, nameless Place I met soul of crone Halfrida, snow- Swirling moments joined, then to earth I plunged, recast […]
  • 1277. Brynja Becomes Brynfrida
    By roaring night fire, Norse warriors spoke In turn, assembled althing, place of father’s Fathers, deeds held account, crone Halfrida Found dead, body blue frozen, hands bone Necklace clutching, her […]
  • 1276. Willow, Death of Fenella
    Illness swept our island, young, elderly, Too weak against taught rope, straining Pull, deep cough, dark nights shallow- Wheezing breaths. “How is she?” crofters Asked of elder mother, Fenella, frail-thin, […]
  • 1275. Life-Stories Recounted
    In darkness I wept, neither dead nor alive, Clutching dream-memories, another life, Another time, seated next to you, loving You, Suppliant, Sphinx* plays performed, Evening cool, music pleasant, life-stories Recounted, […]
  • 1274. Willow, Ferry Acquaintance
    When ferry taking, island leaving, I oft stand By myself, steel deck, engines churning, Motion beneath my feet, few face-streaking Tears. Yes, I love this lump of rock called Home, […]
  • 1272. Skena, Malevolent Cloud
    Night waking, wind’s ceaseless song, sea Storms, winter gales, shipwrecked tales told In mournful wails, flotsam foreshores drifting, Legends children learnt by flickering hearth Flames, gusts round chimney howling. Yet, […]
  • 1271. Willow, Peat Pony Beven
    No longer wanted or needed, Peat Pony Beven was given to us. Papa said, “No.” Mama and I said, “Yes.” I brought him Home, baskets, harness, bells, unloved, Beven was […]
  • 1270. Sister Muriel, Morning Prayers
    Above my pallet bed, wood carved, I rise To one verse, John 1:1, recited aloud with Morning rosary prayers, bowl of porridge, Hearth coals warmed, dawning day, my Work begins, […]
  • 1269. Willow, Celtic Connections
    From chapel pulpit, wave of his right hand, Parson announced we were all connected, His sermon, life on outer Scottish islands, Distant cousins, we are all blood-relations, Deep-rooted heritage, time-extending […]
  • 1268. Willow, Cottage Belonging
    How do you where you belong, cottage, field, Or forest? By running one’s hands across time- Weathered walls or stone? Visceral connection, Heart comforts, whispering, “You are home, Child.” Such […]
  • 1267. Willow, Campfire Tales
    Campfire tales we told, strange but familiar To our time and clans, glen-secluded fairies, Dwelling amidst mossy stones, gnarled tree Roots, water-trickling melodies, for islanders, We so shared our home, […]
  • 1266. Willow and Ríonach
    Scudding clouds of fall marked summer’s End, soul-restoring warmth upon my face, Waving-grass secluded granite slabs. Upon Woolen blanket, I dream-slept of decades Past, life on these outer Hebridean isles, […]
  • 1265. Willow, Timeless Moments
    Have you stared until something changed? Glimpsed dozen yesteryears? Foundations Of stone I visited, sat within wind-waving Grassy bounds, shadows of sun and cloud, Concentration I do not force, passing […]
  • 1264. Willow, Legend of Ætherstone
    Cloud-shrouded on island heights, first visit To ancient Ætherstone, Scottish medieval Fortress, partially destroyed, stout outer Walls rubble reduced, abandoned, time-lost. What did I, Willow, expect to find? Gardens Blooming […]
  • 1263. Willow, Island Loneliness
    Overtaken by island loneliness, I’m absorbed By clouded heights, expanse of seas, stretching Beyond circling seabirds, past expectations of What could be if I, Willow, were born someone, Somewhere else […]
  • 1261. Willow, Salt-Herring Packing
    “All we have is sea and sky, land beneath Feet,” Papa said, pipe puffing, net mending, on Outer Hebrides. “Family, too,” he added, Father’s reassurance, windswept islands, Chilly summers, more […]
  • 1259. Cosimia and Cyllene, Part 3
    Part 3: Mysticism Alight in Bone, Blood (Last) Cyllene’s temple returned, released as vine, Tree abruption-ripped, roots bark-indwelling, My soul, flesh lacerated. “Why me, why this?” I, Cosmia, asked, pained […]
  • 1258. Cosimia and Cyllene, Part 2
    Part 2: Children of Ægina Infant eyes opened to sunlight of distant Foreign shores, goddess Cyllene breast- Clutching, was I, Cosimia, reborn or cast Asunder, midst of warring tribes? Hundred […]
  • 1257. Cosimia and Cyllene, Part 1
    Part 1: Glorious Bright Glances Our customs, rituals primitive, festivals, Feasts, beliefs mystical, living deities, Walking, teaching us, yet approach their Radiance we could not, even shy goddess, Cyllene, domain […]
  • 1256. Cosimia, Two Sides of Self
    Legend of two selves, two sides of self in Same mortal vessel, one in body toiling, Dawn waking, daily life upon high steppe, Shepherds, nomadic wanderers, foreign Merchants, following trade […]
  • 1255. Sister Muriel, Fern-Lined Path
    Irish forests deep, fern-lined path I walk, Elevated in faith, my feet touch not earthly Ground, my steps following Holy Mother Mary in my spiritual life, experiences rarely Shared, written […]
  • 1252. Willow and Vivanya, Part 3
    Part 3: Destined Fates (Last) Island evening, Vivanya and I, Willow, gazed Upon northern night-shimmering clouds,* Goddess’ sky-reaching hair unbound, sacred Fire-reign over her bridesmaids, elder water- Witch, such accolades […]
  • 1251. Willow and Vivanya, Part 2
    Part 2: Ancient Earth Forces “Child, what secrets do you hold? Vivanya Asked of me. Beneath our hillside, island Families built rock-lined spring, catching New-found water. “Survival of this island,” […]
  • 1250. Willow and Vivanya, Part 1
    Part 1: Vivanya, Water-Witch “They are hand-carrying water,” mother said, Outside window looking, Greer family arrived From Scottish mainland, settling on Hebridean Isle. New blood, generations crofting, sheep, Cows. From […]
  • 1249. Tizmay, Twilight-Gleaming, Part 4
    Part 4: Twilight’s Lost Gleaming (Last) Sea currents, mysterious ship-guiding Winds, Cycladic isles we discerned, Sofia Leapt into foaming surf, on beach naked Strove. Fresh water streams, ripening figs We […]
  • 1248. Tizmay, Twilight-Gleaming, Part 3
    Part 3: Virtues of Sea-Life Hillsides twilight-gleaming, shimmering Sofia by my side, flowering orchards, wind- Waving wheat, as much real as dreamt, she Stated, “Creation place, we must return, Day’s […]
  • 1247. Tizmay, Twilight-Gleaming, Part 2
    Part 2: Sofia, Divine Charioteer “O! Flaming essence who are you?” I asked, At gown-shrouded feet kneeling, forehead Ground touching, “Rise, Tizmay, listen and Learn. No goddess am I, no […]
  • 1246. Tizmay, Twilight-Gleaming, Part 1
    Part 1: Bronze-Bolted Portal From dreams, I awakened or sleep-entered, Face, hands, body not my own, past life Or future self, all round me askew. Blurred Perceptions, languages foreign to […]
  • 1244. Willow, Ocean Passages, Part 5
    Part 5: Celtic Guiding Voices (Last) Storm petrels we are, wing-darting tween When, where,” Hremsa stated, steerboard- Steady, groaning sailing dory, shredding Sails, returning, if not wind-squalled from Deific heights. […]
  • 1243. Willow, Ocean Passages, Part 4
    Part 4: Celtic Myth-Memories Never had I felt seasick, island fishing boats, Papa’s able hands, foaming seas, colliding Wind-waves, Hremsa at steerboard, sailing Dory crest-skimming tween briny depths and Air, […]
  • 1242. Willow, Ocean Passages, Part 3
    Part 3: Sea-Steering Steadying Hands “What bothers you so?” Hremsa asked of me, Willow, Scottish mainland marooned, lost to Family, Hebridean Isles.” “Island is dying,” I replied, “Two  years, peat […]
  • 1241. Willow, Ocean Passages, Part 2
    Part 2: Desperate Discoveries Life on Outer Hebrides islands, perspectives, Sights narrowed, as if ocean viewed from ship Porthole, I, Willow, never ventured beyond our Foreshores. Upon fishing-croft landed, Jannet […]
  • 1240. Willow, Ocean Passages, Part 1
    Part 1: Jannet and Kamden Life’s decisions, ocean passages, waves hard- Steep, Papa, another fisherman, rowing open Dory, we pushed for Atlantic steel-hull trawlers, With us mother, sick boy, seeking […]
  • 1239. Willow, Mother’s Wish
    Night awakened, wind-blown waves, island Crashing, white-crested, foam-streaked, Rolling onto our shores. “What, again?” Mother asked, cottage dark-cold, winter Refusing give way to spring. Cloud-swept dawn, grey wall of waves […]
  • 1238. Willow, New Breath Breathed
    Night quiet-cool, gentle breeze, sounds Traveled amongst cliffs and hills, ocean’s Rhythmic call, first birds stirring, awaiting Sunrise, melodies of sheep bells, island- Living harmonies, I arose from sleep to […]
  • 1237. Willow, North-Sea Storm
    Frosted window, bedroom-entering chill, Sunrise grey-clouded light, floor cold on Bare feet. Fireside hearth-room, I, Willow, Took first sips of warming tea, mother Porridge stirring, Papa arm-loads of peat. “What […]
  • 1236. Willow, Wake of Raibert
    We are earth, and earth has become us, Deep-rooted trees, branches extending From antiquity, beyond island families, Outer Hebrides, primitive boats of sail, Seafaring clans, migrating tribes invading, Inhabiting, blood […]
  • 1235. Willow and Celtic Shepherdess
    During sea-storms, each cottage is a ship,” Papa said, windblown rain door-pounding, Water seeping round window frames, earth- Filled double stonewall, bulwark against Late-autumn gales, long three days, nights, Flickering […]
  • 1234. Willow, Sacred Streams
    Clear streams near cottages field-wandered, Source of water, island life, gardens, sheep, Livestock. Drying days we searched its deep Earth source, enchanted spring Papa said. Mere trickle at its source. […]
  • 1233. Willow, Sunrise Celebrations
    Cold April moonlight crept across cottage Bedroom walls, tomb I imagined, single Small window for outward-peering dead, Awaiting resurrection, trumpet’s call, Divine light. Thus, I, Willow, was taught, Religious beliefs […]
  • 1232. Brithe, Sea-Witch Dyrsella, Part 3
    Part 3: Driven by Ocean Winds (Last) Sense of falling from clifftops, Norse beach I plummeted, Myndill, Dyrsella, village on- Lookers too fearful of sea-witch’s pungent Potion. “What happened?” Myndill […]
  • 1231. Brithe, Sea-Witch Dyrsella, Part 2
    Part 2: Triple-Leaf Vine Sprang Forth Known Norse world, wagon wheel spokes Turning, Myndill reaching, fingers touching Forest heights I flew, neither dead nor alive, Past all sea reckoning, gods […]
  • 1230. Brithe, Sea-Witch Dyrsella, Part 1
    Part 1: Dyrsella, Diviner of Truth “Tide is turning; destiny awaits,” I, Brithe, Stated to Myndill, our Norse leader. By Hearth-fire gazing, clans knew meaning, Not ebb and flow of […]
  • 1227. Willow, Halibut Fishing
    Tides pulling us seaward, boat rocking, Everything difficult, wet-heavy, fishing Long-lines tangled at my feet, Papa hard- Steering our sailing boat. “We are too far From shore,” he shouted into […]
  • 1226. Willow, Seafaring Ghosts
    Chill of morning mist, hilltops shrouded By scudding cloud, do I stay by warm Hearth fires or venture into lost, lonely Heights? “What will it be, Willow?” Papa Asked, answer […]
  • 1225. Willow, Secret Place
    Do you have secret place, rocky corner Grass-shrouded, hidden from view? Mine is sacred spot, clear cold water Flowing from crevice in stone face, Rippling pool beneath, few sips thirst- […]
  • 1224. Willow, Island Spring Awakening
    “Papa, can you feel island reawakening?” Sun’s warming light on my face, chilled Winds sea-lessening? Drip, drip, cold Water tasting, except in shaded rocky Crags, ice had disappeared. Earth’s deep […]
  • 1223. Willow, Fire and Stone
    Fire and stone, since ancient ages, burning And unburnt, inseparable from island life By hearth fires, winter we survive, light, Warmth, flickering flames, place to think, Pray, dream of spring […]
  • 1222. Willow, Spring Equinox
    First spring day visiting stone ruins, grass Overgrown in summer, miserable in winter, Desolation heart-piercing, wind-bracing Outpost, keen eyes headlands-searching, For Iron Age, Norse sea invaders, or keeping Beacon fires […]
  • 1221. Ellsbeth’s Norse Sea-Legend
    Coastal storm battering Hebrides outer isles, Children taking shelter in our stone cottage. Around flickering candlelight, Ellsbeth, elder Woman of our island told of Norse legend to Anxious girls and […]
  • 1220. Willow, Mystical Ocean
    “How far and wide is the ocean?” I asked Papa, strong-backed net-man, fishing our Livelihood. Patient pipe puffs, he replied, “Westward reaching cold depths, Willow, Beyond sight and touch.” Doubtful […]
  • 1219. Willow, Winter Island Rain
    When will spring arrive on outer Hebrides? Question I, Willow, asked to setting sun Dying violet light, short winter days, Eternal island nights, ghastly gales, cold, Windblown rain pelting our […]
  • 1218. Willow, Island Mist
    As if ship from foreign land, mist arrived, Grey sails, water heavy, sun vanquished, Our island slipped into nothingness. “Sorrow and doubt” mother called foggy Lantern-carrying days and nights, straying […]
  • 1217. Willow, Glenis’ Wake Song
    Alone on windy heights I sang, no words or Melodies memorized, I told of feelings within My soul, Willow, Hebridean island girl. Of These hills, fishing family life I spoke, […]
  • 1216. Willow and Brygidt
    Ocean reflecting clouds, fishing boats sails Reefed, Papa and I working nets, wet-heavy Weight, peering deep into still water. “You May see another face,” Papa said, “another Fairy-self, lifetimes past, […]
  • 1215. Willow, Ancestral Island Paths
    Who first walked island paths? Following Banks of grazing streams, winding, mist Rising into hillsides, steep-slope summits, One circling above, below the other, less Strenuous lower rocky route. “Who made […]
  • 1214. Willow, Standing-Stone Vision
    Misty Outer Hebrides isles, disappearing Cliffs, no beginning or end, we lived at Ocean’s raw edge, crofters Gaelic-speaking, Seafaring fishers, net mending, sails wind- Stretched. “Amongst ancient magic, we Live,” […]
  • 1213. Willow’s Shieling Visit
    Beyond distant hills, stone ruins I explored, “Stream or Strome,” papa said, rocky place Seldom visited, reasons never given nor I, Willow, asked, lest papa turned his head, Silencing my […]
  • 1212. Willow’s Island Pony Beven
    How old are island ponies, from whence Did they come? Wandering outer isles When Roman soldiers arrived, before “Albion” was coin-struck, painted Picts Guided them from shore-to-shore, across High-sloped folded […]
  • 1211. Willow, Island Reflections
    Is it possible to see beyond one’s self? Beyond this austere island life? I have Peered into reflecting pools, my face Shimmering in sunlight. Who is that Person staring back […]
  • 1210. Stirabout and Starlight
    Before dawn, mother liked stream-fresh Water, not bucket-sitting for stirabout or Tea. “Needs to be fresh, Willow,” she said Eye-rubbing, sleepy in my bed. Shoes sans Socks, lantern light, chilly […]
  • 1209. Wooden Mail-Boats
    Prayers and faith, Bible verse remembered, “Cast your bread upon the waters, for you Will find it after many days.”* Such were our Tiny wooden mail-boats, no larger than loaf […]
  • 1208. Willow, Pushing East
    How does one escape nothingness? Island Wasteland, dying community, abandoned Stone cottages, endless chores, footpaths Rising into fog-shrouded rocky heights, Sunless perpetual chill, distant sheep bells. Am I the only […]
  • 1207. Winter-Bathing Fantasies
    How cold is winter water splashing from Fast-flowing streams, pouring from deep Wells, bathing my naked body, desire for Warmth, steaming copper tub, scented Soaps, pained scrubbing, Too hasty, no […]
  • 1206. Willow and Ríonach
    Shipwreck winds night-howling, half-moon Eclipsed by storm clouds, sailing ship-mast Broken, against cliff rocks splintering, death On western Irish isles. Next morn, lifeless Passengers washed up Scottish shores, Bodies pale […]
  • 1205. Fishing Nets, Island Sheep
    “Fishing nets begin with island sheep and You, Willow,” Papa said, unfathomed mental Connections, roaming flocks, deep-running Schools of flip-flopping fish, warm wool Gathering, spinning taught string, twisting- Turning spindles, […]
  • 1203. Willow, Wind and Stone
    Winter wind, granite stone are siblings, Persistent island presence, unaffected By the other, stone blocks wind, cold Penetrates thin seams between hand Laid stones, sealed with mud-plaster, Wind whistling around […]
  • 1202. Hearing Myself Anew
    Rocks, wind, first skiff of snow, treeless Plain, windowless cottage, no doors, Crofter’s abandoned lifetimes, meager Hopes, memories lost on desolate Shores. To my childhood home I have Returned, older […]
  • 1201. Alone on Rocky Hills
    Why do I venture alone on rocky hills? Rugged heights, stone picking my way, Summits oft cloud-lost, hard-pushing Gusts against my face, place where Wind sings of ancient Scottish ways. […]
  • 1200. Willow, Island Magic
    Barefoot girl of ten, rambling rocky ridges, Eyes on far-away places, Willow sang in Evenings, voice clear, warm hearth stones Standing, eyes closed, slight rocking Movement to Scottish melodies unheard […]
  • 1197. Brithe and Thordrek, Part 3
    Part 3: Gift of Far-Reaching Eye (Last) Greenland coast, amongst north summer Ice we sailed, open leads base of cloud- Swept mountain-high plateaus, crossing Point towards Helluland, offered Thordrek Advice, […]
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