Coronach
...Black shadows fly
in the bleaching air.
Crows quoth their oaths.
Bitter the day that arrives
with no prayers to say.
Those who walk beneath its sway
shiver and ever wary
of that croaking gra...
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Categories:
coronach, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Traveller's Coronach
...Here now you lay, kin to the last,
as a mournsome wind whistles past.
Where do its tones and its currents take you,
you who have given more than is your due?
May the birds borne aloft on its br...
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Categories:
coronach, death, eulogy, funeral, loss,
Form: Rhyme
Coronach
...Gather the crowberries for this windfeast.
Adorning our cheeks with ochre
we pile together
a throne of old rowan.
The staggards behind us;
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Categories:
coronach, culture,
Form: Blank verse