This is the first in a wonderful series of poems that I hope my brothers & sisters of the Ether will read and contemplate. Let Simonhilly know what you think about them. I’m still mulling…
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I promised 47whitebuffalo that I would write something on the names of ancient Celtic tribes. This is not exactly what I originally had in mind, but it is how things seem to be arriving in these early grey deserts of pre-dawn!
THE GIVING OF NAMES (a beginning)
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The day alights wrapped in cloud,
A gift given to memory.
Trees wait, their eyes lidded,
Savouring those names rich and round –
The roots and seeds so swallowed,
Buried, taken up, changed.
Hollow sweet, the pierced song:
The puffed, cold-breasted birds
Chant, waiting for warmth.
Huddled all, by the crackled fickle flames,
Memory feeds
( shapes and faces, laughter, even).
The light is hungry for names.
It reaches behind ice-stiffened grasses,
Bitter ivy and brown yarrow.
Lost in fog and short horizons are we,
Diminished at each forgetting.
Remote, aimless paths are the paths we move
Without their remembrance.
Small-minded, shadowless,
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