Hiraeth

It was only a step into the forest
to the river running fast and clear
and I knew that summer trick
of spinning strong rope
from paper and heart-strings
twirling it high and far
to snag lightning-split oak
where wizard-words swarmed
like bees, spilled like blackberries
to fill mouth, pockets, buckets

It was only a step from the forest
to where the crone sold heartsease
for desire, a mere bucketful of words
and a spinning strong rope

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16 thoughts on “Hiraeth

  1. Oh! I love this. I often read your poems on my phone and I just realized I always have a strong, visual image in my head – so strong, I often think there must have been a photo with them, but of course now, reading on the big screen, I realize there’s no photo at all. It’s the power of the words šŸ™‚

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    1. Aw, you just made my day. I like the clean look of this b&w theme, so when I *do* put a photo, it is probably of Ireland and just for you.

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      1. Aw, and you just made MY day!
        I also have to say that your site’s theme and the minimal photographs (other than the Ireland ones, of course!) work so perfectly with your poems. And the cover of Castle Ruins complements your poetry, too! You definitely have your style and niche all figured out.

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    1. Thanks, Nate. I found that word in my ‘Lost in Translation’ book. I knew the feeling but didn’t know there was a word for it…

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