The Fairies Chapel

Lorna – that is one beautiful poem to wake up to and the photos magnificent. The arch in the first one is like the arches of the old cut nail factory down by the creek down over the bank behind the house where i grew up and rode my bicycle endlessly. It always took some bravery to walk across it as a youth. This day after visiting my late father’s grave with my mum and bro and secretly crying many times, the past is oft remembered fondly. Blessings and i will reblog this, fair bard of light and dark…..

Signposts in the Mist

Where factories
are washed into the earth,

the old mill in the thrutch
over-run by rolling rapids,

white waters stir
in a wind-swept cauldron.

A voice between drops of water,
lichen and rocks

offers a glimpse
of another piece of world;

a handful of light,
sarcophagus and broken chair,

scattered flowers
offerings of souls

worshipful in a shared space,
remains of fairies and giants.

When I think I have left
the voice calls me back

to speak my testimony
in that memory-place

cleft between dripping water,
rocks and lichen:

the fairies chapel
I will make my home.

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