Best Cairn Poems

SUMMER SOLSTICE

Queen Meabh stood beside the cairn, her velvet cape fluttered in the night air,
She called onto the Goddess Aine to return the moon safe...

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The beach gathers its dead. Thousands of horseshoe crabs
come home on the full moon’s tide. Their courting dances, 
scrawled with claw and carapace in the...

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Grandma's Pets

My granda went away to sea
For many months on end
He'd travel on a fishing boat
With his brother and a friend

He used to write home...

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Memories, someone asked?
Here’s one. Let me pull it out from the past,
Let me set it next to the grandfather clock in the parlor,
That used to...

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  (  It seems the only thing eternal life has left me is eternal tears. 
For my lost son Christopher; named after the...

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RHYME SCHEME abcb

Thick mist / sharp rocks cut
Dense rain / strong wind whips
Vast drought / weak build folds
Trade boon / graft wrecks ships

RHYME SCHEME aaba

Thick...

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Mother, I feel the weight the spinning world.
I feel each parental nudge, as a rock, in the cairn of my life,
the weight coats my fragile...

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O're the rock strewn shores of Loch Lomond, upon the glaciered northern rock,
A lonely, barren, desolate stand, refuge to ancient Gaelic stock.
In this land o're...

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The Spirits of Culloden. 
This is like a pilgrimage, a try tae come every year,
Gather at the cairn, meet old friends, wipe away a tear.
Standin...

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Totems of What If

Can we ever escape
that which we create
but often choose to ignore

Like the mismatched rocks of a cairn
random choice is not an option
complimenting...

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Times spent most unwisely, unkindly
are each marked on this journey of ours
with a cairn of regret; small reminders 
strewn by our souls like rancid breadcrumbs,...

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Those shrunken grey turrets throw 
Their distraught shadows to the wind;
And in the grey twilight of ancient 
Beinn Chìochan...
Hear you the droning sounds of 
Muted...

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Born in late '53 post Christmas
adopted was I being six weeks old
my new parents lived way out country
enjoyed these formative times like gold

Early on discovered...

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The Bichon Frise

The Bichon in chiffon looks so frou 
That the crowd duly wowed has to coo 
‘Til the dog starts to droop
And its owner...

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The wizard will know everyone I met along the way said.
Okay, I thought, for I am from Kansas and not daft in my head.
I looked...

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