The Blessing Moon

The Blessing Moon

Full moon mysterious misty monday
On the cusp of the mighty moor
Energy beings are called up dancing,
Tides moving against the
Saturated saline shore.
Sirius starlight upon the inner realms
The Cosmic Inspirer seeps and creeps
Into my consciousness
Celestial music fills my inner ear -
Isis is calling, Isis calls,
Singing, singing -
The waves of the surging sea
Seem to call to me,
Call me to explore a
Dreamy moonlit dream.

Farewell Fenland!

 

Farewell Fenland!

Farewell dark brooding fenland
With your family tomb amid poplars green
Your octagonal lantern bright, shining through
The mystical black-fen night.

Farewell to my flat-land-zone
Where ghosts traverse
Through the misty peaty levels
Across vast canals and open reedy rivers.