Interlocking Antlers of Stags
Steep-roofed great oak doors sheen of sheilds
Deep tombs stones shrines honoured dead
distant past creaking of rafters carved red oak
Stones in a mysterious rivers course.............
the rush of life whirl past ancient ships
Rams skull masks crescent moons..........
deep three beat rythum of skin drums..........
The raging seas hurled him high a wave
crashed over him as he clung on to a piece
of driftwood almost tearing him clean.
Majestic mountains on the horizon ...........
shimmering in a haze of heat ...................
An abundance of rain and rich fertile soil
The peeling of the bells swelled heavily
The women's crowns , veils and pointed
headdresses trailing fur trimmed mantles
A young knight on a white horse the squire
dropped from his perch on the ramparts.
The steward came in with a covered platter
then used a knife to shave thin slices of lime
Copyright © Mariana Pavlich | Year Posted 2006
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