I don’t normally post my poems on line, but I was inspired by the setting sun on the way back to Nottingham from a weekend in York. The funny thing about poetic inspiration (Awen) is it can hit you any time, last night as the train was passing a vanilla sky and bare woodland, it suddenly got my Bardic side flowing. I’m dedicating this to Tatterhood who is not well at the moment and as she’s a fan of all things Elven (Elvish if you’re a Tolkien obsessive), this might at least give her a smile:
Elf-TimeAwakening trees, skeletal fingers, open, Embrace the golden sky. Amid the haze of dew before the day Is spent. Our star, a flaming, blazing peach sinking to Milky lavender western sky. Springtime’s kiss stirs the icy touch of Winter’s last air. Haunted by the eyes of Elven-kind. Silent watchers in Nature’s domain. We see them not, we invite them not, For their world is in-between night And day.
Originally written on Monday 4th March- Last Quarter Moon.