Saturday, 30 May 2015


This poem has a little bit of mythology, and was born from a dream. It's a sonnet, or it could be an incantation.


Awake, powers of earth and stone
The powers of the sacred mound
Awake, spirits of the ancient bone
Who lay deep beneath the ground

Embrace the stones, feel the way
Cup marks carved upon the rock
No songs remain, no ancient lay
This ritual key to open lock

Awake, the dragon fast asleep
Under earth, below the mound
By this charm, within this keep
Awaken now, and be unbound

Let the dragon breath forth fire
And magic our souls now inspire

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