Wren

Wren

Stealthily he enters the arena
Setting the scene
Against winter’s
Cold Banshee roar
He sings the sweetest bardic-song.

Tail flicking
He sees you
For a moment in time
You silently communicate
Before he flits away to hide!

The Drui-en secret
He calls out your name
A hidden communion
In Nature
Our special coded refrain.

(Written for Paul, 26th November 2009)

Zennor Quoit

Zennor Quoit

Between craggy hilltop

And Holy Carn
Amongst scrubby gorse
In the midst of steep rolling
Tawny moorland hills
Edged by the vast turmoil
Of the wide stormy Atlantic;
Moor and Sea
Wind and tide
Megalith and horizontal rain
Sky and earth sing a
Desolate solitary Allantide tune
From heart of the
Ancestral abode
Deviating through misty movement
Of swirling dancing ghosts
Reaching across the
Invisible spectral gate
Holding, presenting, gesticulating
Through the heart of matter
The hidden splendid realm
Whence we return.

This poem was also published in Poetry Cornwall 28