Get Your Premium Membership

Read Englyn Poems Online

NextLast
 

A Triad of Englynion

I.

The eldest of unknowns, on hill or heath,
The hoary standing stones--
Secret, silent tombs or thrones-- 
Huddle where the tempest moans.

II.

In birch-bright woods we find fairy circles,
Rings of toadstools designed,
It seems, by some feral mind,
Unfathomed by humankind...

III.

Through velvet blue, star-strewn skies and throbbing
At the full rides the Moon,
With whom the night-winds commune,
Intoning their chthonic rune.



Copyright © J P Marmaro

NextLast