Thursday, 2 February 2012
Brigid Poetry Festival 2012
Remember the annual online Poetry for Brigid Festival (you can find my last year's offering here, and dig further back in the archives for earlier contributions)? Well, it's already that time of year again! Here is my offering:
Kingdom of Mist
I ride through a kingdom of mist
where farms drown in a phantom sea
and may piles up in the hedges like snow
waiting to melt in tomorrow's sun.
Young wheat lies down where May-winds blew,
and larks are earthbound by the stars.
A heron glides between the trees
that hold the river to its course.
Here pebbles slowly turn to snails
and spiders webs are spun with glass.
Small shells fly off as frightened moths
and cows become as druid stones.
Only the mist moves as a ghost
loving the land with limbs of fur
and whispered words grow grey as breath
rising into the frosted air.
And night comes down where day once grew,
lights ripple through this thin white sea,
while in the village, children sleep
never to know they slept in sky.
- Edward Storey