Historical Poetry

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Historical Poetry:

  • 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. […]
  • 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 […]
  • 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 […]
  • 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, […]
  • 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, […]
  • 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 […]
  • 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 […]
  • 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 […]
  • 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 […]
  • 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 […]
  • 1162. Sister Muriel, Faith Affirmed
    When questioned by monks of resurrection, I, Sister Muriel, saw renewal, Christ same but Different, new creation, purity of soul and Heart, crucible-formed by divine light. Of Other religions I […]
  • 1159. Sister Muriel, Winter Prayers
    Winter-still afternoon, Irish farmlands, cold, Clouded skies, first snow flurries fall, gentle Flakes, covering frozen earths. Crucifix- Clutched to breast, hood pulled over head, I, Sister Muriel, am lost in […]
  • 1154. Grand Manan Sea-Glass
    Mysteries of Grand Manan sea-glass, found In lapping surf on pebbled beaches. How Did wave-smoothed bits of history arrive On Bay of Fundy island shores? Perhaps They came from shipwrecks: […]
  • 1121. Aaron Ross, Prairie Diary, Part 7
    Part 7: Erenay’s Divine Sight Restored (Last) Week of snowshoe packing, Erenay slow riding Horseback, cold camping beneath stands of Spruces, snow huts, we descended into prairie Country, Dane-zah peoples […]
  • 1120. Aaron Ross, Prairie Diary, Part 6
    Part 6: Erenay, Rushing Waters From Griz McKinley’s Rocky Mountain cabin, I, Aaron Ross, struggle to write this last entry In my prairie diary. Weeks have passed since Harrowing events. […]
  • 1118. Aaron Ross, Prairie Diary, Part 5
    Part 5: World, Living Bird’s Egg Curious how prairie friendships begin and Endure, my life with Dane-zah Indians, we Pemmican made, and with my coins, enough To buy canoe, horses, […]
  • 1117. Aaron Ross, Prairie Diary, Part 4
    Part 4: Deer-Leg Pemmican Over summer weeks, I’ve grown to respect the Prairie, grandeur and dangers, scudding clouds Beneath open sunlit skies, descending rain, Grasslands wind-waving as if sentient being, […]
  • 1116. Aaron Ross, Prairie Diary, Part 3
    Part 3: Beaver Dam Indians Everything I knew about this land was wrong. Sheltered life outskirts of Edmonton, I knew More about Red Deer than points north, east Or west. […]
  • 1115. Aaron Ross, Prairie Diary, Part 2
    Part 2: Forest Ignorance Everyone I met had wilderness names, some Moniker describing their exploits, including My ill-mannered traveling partner, “McKenzie Griz,” who otherwise ignored my presence, Except by irritated […]
  • 1114. Aaron Ross, Prairie Diary, Part 1
    Part 1: Something Stirred Inside Rhythm of paddles, we glided across lake Waters, anticipating another portage, rocky Heights, descending to fast running stream, Our usual encampment, edge of falls, rope […]
  • 1110. Sister Muriel, Miracle of Stone
    Armed strangers we feared, men silent Stalking on wooded paths, face hood- Concealed, hand on belt, ready with sword Or dagger, Irish highwaymen, invading Norse, they killed, stole in broad […]
  • 1109. Sister Muriel, Divine Vessel, Part 3
    Part 3: Recollections and Reflections (Last) Within these verses, darkness cannot Remain unstated, for with joy of serving Christ, needy of Irish farmers, came great Sorrows, grief imparting to my […]
  • 1108. Sister Muriel, Divine Vessel, Part 2
    Part 2: End of Suffering Dreams, harsh realities blending into waking Days and weeks, I, Sister Muriel, questioned Why those with greatest needs, peasant farmers, Fishing families, suffer at hands […]
  • 1106. Sister Muriel, Divine Vessel, Part 1
    Part 1: Revealing Dreams Revealing dreams, images, voices past My imagining, upon awakening my life Changed, single word pressed upon my Mind: Vessel. Irish countryside seclusion, Vessel of divine thought, […]
  • 1105. Sister Muriel, Easter Sunrise
    Seventh day in Irish wilderness, I, Sister Muriel, ventured to borderlands of pagan And Christian faiths, soul searching, Praying, pains suffered by injury, illness, Dangerous turn in path I took, […]
  • 1097. Souvenirs d’enfance, Partie 3
    Partie 3: Labeur de charrue et de faucille (Last) Les forces de vie depuis l’antiquité, les mers Contraignantes, un flux et reflux constant de Marées et de fleuves courber dans […]
  • 1096. Souvenirs d’enfance, Partie 2
    Partie 2: Déesse-salué et adoré Atmosphère ascendante, lumière vaporeuse de Nuages, rayons solaires rayonnants, yeux Dévoilés au ciel, je suis parmi les jours, les Temps-perdu et non numéroté, avant l’antiquité, […]
  • 1095. Souvenirs d’enfance, Partie 1
    Partie 1: Souvenirs d’enfance Mère a dit que c’était de la neige, du vent Blanc flocons gris, le ciel se levait, derrière Elle je me tenais, Loin de la chaleur, […]
  • 1075. Dawning Light Within
    Aside from wind-whispered voices, stones Were place of ocean solitude, beyond words, Offending sounds, thoughts profane. Thus, Were ruins of collapsed chapel, stone walls In rubble, yet peace, serenity lingered, […]
  • 1062. Sister Muriel, Faeroe Island Calling, Part 4
    Part 4: Child by Stone Reborn (Last) Confrontation on Kirkjubøur shores, island Laird, Fuldarr named, pitted Betrys against myself, Sister Muriel, sister against sister, Teas from rocky flower heights, broken […]
  • 1061. Sister Muriel, Faeroe Island Calling, Part 3
    Part 3: Marian Apparition Amongst clouds, eternal boatmen oaring, Sailing, upper realms of sky, earth, sea, They drew near to Father Blàthan, shadows Cast upon Skellig Mhór, arrows falling at […]
  • 1060. Sister Muriel, Faeroe Island Calling, Part 2
    Part 2: Ancient Voices Beckoning “Do you hear wind, sisters, ancient voices Beckoning?” Ágausta asked of Betrys and Myself, sea clouds scudding, brief moments Subsiding, returning, night, day moaning Thoughts […]
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