THE ROAD AHEAD

When I was driving out of the village recently, I could see something ahead on the road which from a distance looked pretty, but as I got closer, I realised it wasn’t! This poem came to mind almost immediately.

INVOCATION

INVOCATION My fingers tremble as I lift her, Just a whisper of shell-bone and feather, Stilled by a false horizon in wild autumn weather. I tell her I am Caladrius, come to carry her to the sun, I speak of Rhiannon and her birds, Singing … Continue readingINVOCATION