Historical Poetry

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Historical Poetry:

  • 1348. Orea, One with Other, Part 3
    Part 3: Priestess Cipriana (Last) “I have seen all things, and in doing so, Wanderer’s life I have chosen, for I have Passed into and out of myriad worlds, until […]
  • 1347. Orea, One with Other, Part 2
    Part 2: Thyrsus-Wielding Priestess “Before visions of understanding, my eyesAnd mind blinded, heavens were shut, lostWandering, desolation upon desolation. IfPunished, by whom, gods or self? To thisDay, I do not […]
  • 1346. Orea, One with Other, Part 1
    Part 1: Second World Around Us Stony cliff overlooking seashores, children Discover cave opening, archaic verses painted, Inscribed on bare walls, urns containing Time-frayed papyri, scripture still visible. Village-to-village, word […]
  • 1345. Orea and Casta
    “Accompany me to catacombs,” Casta asked of Me, Orea, reflexively I stiffened, turned away, Until Casta tugged my sleeve, grasped my Arm with both hands, crying, broken with Despair. “Yes, […]
  • 1344. Cosimia and Orea, Part 4
    Part 4: Deception of Hands (Last) “When Ancient Ones grew weary of earth, Those who dwelled upon it, all was water- Consumed. When men of wealth and power Brought wrath […]
  • 1343. Cosimia And Orea, Part 3
    Part 3: Exodus, Thunderous Storm As planet and sun, Orea was bound to us; Of this, she had no concerns, and I, Cosimia, Became her confidant, at times protecting Her […]
  • 1342. Cosimia and Orea, Part 2
    Part 2: Phoenix Ash Emerging As bees are lost in depth of flower blooms, I, Orea, was lost to clouds, suspended tween Earth elements, mist sans shape or form. Time […]
  • 1341. Cosimia and Orea, Part 1
    Part 1: Legend of Orea Revealed We had heard of her, rumors spreading village To village, along seashores. Yes, I had dreamt Of Orea, stranger, yet one of us, kindred […]
  • 1340. Woodland Sprites
    Telltale snap of broken tree limbs betrayed Trespasser approaching secluded stream, Blurred motion edge of sight, hard descent, Thick spruces concealed my bathing place, Sunlit broad stone, ankle-deep water flowed, […]
  • 1338. Flora’s Assignation
    “Nuit Rendez-vous de Flora” Réveillé dans la nuit, le sommeil de la  Famille, l’air refroidi, le cœur battant, pour  Les ruines antiques je courus, me priais Vous y étiez, par […]
  • 1337. The Love Letter, Part 4
    Part 4: Dressa’s Cunning Thread (Last) Anticipation, watching flowerpot through rain- Streaked kitchen windowpanes, I wondered, Will true love exist is “A’s” eyes, or have I been Deceived by whimsical […]
  • 1336. The Love Letter, Part 3
    Part 3: Night-Singing Nightingale Last few days, I felt as if “A” was watching From afar, never approaching front porch Flowerpot. Poor child, I imagined, flirtations Of young love, where […]
  • 1335. The Love Letter, Part 2
    Part 2: Mirror-Gazing Affections Quiet morning, kettle on, suspicious noise I heard, sliding of glazed planter on porch Stones. First thought, crows, raccoons, except Flowering pot was too heavy. Before […]
  • 1334. The Love Letter, Part 1
    Part 1: Anonymous Love Letter How can something so small be conspicuous, Occupying my thoughts, tantalizing my heart, Vintage envelope, letter containing, delicate Hand expressing her affections, her love, sent […]
  • 1333. Willow, Fall Sea Gales
    First morning light, blustery walk on stone-piledBeach, skies red-streaked, father with me, pipe Puffing, fishing boots, walking along side (or Far ahead), concerns for dirty weather on Outer Hebridean Isles. […]
  • 1328. Anya, Tomb Voices, Part 3
    Part 3: Life on Desolate Shores (Last) For months within this Kellesha-contrived world, I, Anya endured an isolated, loveless Existence, void of sensation, no taste, smell, Feeling of wind upon […]
  • 1327. Anya, Tomb Voices, Part 2
    Part 2: Soul Passageways    Whilst I had not lived Kellesha’s life, herMemories crept into my consciousness,Dream images she parchment recorded.By warring strife, great woodlands, cities,Ancient and flourishing, had fallen, high-Standing […]
  • 1326. Anya, Tomb Voices, Part 1
    Part 1: Tomb of Warrioress Kellesha Night voices awakened me, cottage-windowClose, yet forest deep. From crofting family,Twinkling lights lured me – furtive fairies,Sprites, I knew not which, except within myHead […]
  • 1325. Forest Ceremonies
    Into forests deep we ventured, tall Pines sky-reaching, bright clearing Found. Yes, two of us, sheer robes Undone amongst ferns, cool breeze, Two bodies taking mid-day sun. For Her, natural […]
  • 1324. Anya, Forest Wildling, Part 3
    Part 3: Highland Stag Fendith (Last) Legend tells of guardians, mortal and divine, Mother’s distant whispers to daughter, Anya, Overcame darkness dread, “Child, remember Lighted skies.” Four words crept forest, […]
  • 1323. Anya, Forest Wildling, Part 2
    Part 2:  Crone Neysa Ensnares Anya Awakening from forest depths, Anya sought Pungent smoky fires of crone, Neysa, in her Cave-like hovel sequestered, herbs drying, Pots of putrid liquid simmering, […]
  • 1322. Anya, Forest Wildling, Part 1
    Part 1:  Sash-Dancing Daughter Too young to understand, Anya viewed life Through beauty and movement, forest trees Wind-waving, scudding clouds, flowering Trees, buds released amongst springtime Swirling snow, inspiring her […]
  • 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 […]
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