Into the North

[woodsmoke]

Bit embarrassed about posting my poems with the great talents that are present on these boards but here goes...

I blew in on the winds of the east, but I have always been drawn Northward for as long as I can remember. This poem is a bit about that and...well about some other stuff too.


Into The North


Hail, dark, pine-filled horizon
Starry skies yawning widely above us
The North wind she dances and swirls and sculpts
Snow embracing the land like a lover

Hail, land of somnolent darkness
Frozen ice mountains tower above us
Still the wild North wind dances and wails and moans
Driving all with warm blood under cover

Hail, swirling lights of the North-sky
That undulates beauty above us
In the North wind I hear the strange haunting song
Of a crone and a maid and a mother

The mother in me she is calling
In the distance the crone chuckles darkly
As the maid spins and twists in the lust and the rush
Will she settle to rest like the others?

Let the peace of the North be upon her
And the wisdom of ancients within her
And the courage and honour of every maid
Who has taken the hand of the mother.

[Heron]

Mmm

you've got some good rhythms going there, and some good images too.

And with these cold winds blowing it's not difficult to imagine this Northern weather.

[arth_frown]

Nothing to be embarrassed about.

Excellent! it fills my imagination with images.