2011-5

A Lover 

In eastern sky a flame cherry orange-red 

sends thin fingers to slowly caress a dark silhouette

Reaching across tree tops, pinnacles of mounds, 

plains and hill sides of deep moist valleys

A gradual warming is released, 

sending a distinctive perfume to kiss

as a warm breath on a lovers cheek.

For dawn is bright light

and a Lover has returned

to she who is Great Mother.

His potent gift is all 

hers to have 

to bear 

fruit on earth.

©MRL  22-11-11

2011-4

In War.

Lie poor boys the dead of both sides

who gave all

profit to ammunition manufacturers.

©MRL 11-11- 2011

(composed on the anniversary of my late mothers birthday)

2011-3

On Samhain' Eve

a fire burned and candles flamed

under a waxing moon in a starlit sky.

Walked a single silent file of druids

thrice around a standing stone

each round a blade of the awen.

Forward then to a ritual home

breasted by elder,rowan and oak

a sacred circle awaited secrets.

Each hooded figure called

across the winds of time

ancestors, gods and fae folk

to bring their speciality

wisdom, history and humour

with old tales now forgotten

of mystery and magic.

The ancient ones live on

alive in their memory

they wander to imbue the land

and through the veil inspire

open minds with gifts.

(Let this then be a tribute!)

©MRL 08-11- 2011