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St. Ninian's Isle


map image via Magpie Tales

a way was made
land swept,
as if by hand,
then
scooped
and sucked into life
arching upward
eagerly knitting itself onto 
the mother bones

children crisscrossed
and dotted
the wild, new heaven
pressing would-be
treasures
into the earth
working their way east
tipping their maps

a wise man
built a white
house of shining stone
leaving the locks
off of the doors

he welcomed all guests,
in their mother tongues,
with arms full of leeks
and blessed all creatures,
great and small,
north of Hadrian's Wall,
right where they stood

Rene ~ 2013

Ninian's Umbrella

on a hill,
in the rain
Ninian read his bible
licking his finger
as he turned each page

Comments

  1. My two-cents-worth: these are both gems!

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  2. Both wonderful! I love the white house of shining stone.

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  3. I loved both of these Rene--

    My favorite line---
    arching upward
    eagerly knitting itself
    into its mother's
    bones

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  4. Wonderful take for both, Rene! Nicely!

    Hank

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  5. Beautiful write...and loved the little Ninian piece for dessert...

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  6. Hey Rene! As ever, beautiful, evocative, and somewhat elusive. I love it. The little one was interesting, too =) Indigo x

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  7. Dessert! Perfect. They both are great, and so very vivid.

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  8. Who can be this wintry hermit, The Light Bringer himself, watcher of The North , brilliant Rene .... Say hello to him for me

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