
“Imbolc is also known as St. Brigid’s Day and I’m reminded of my sister, Reene, making St. Brigid’s Crosses.”
“Imbolc is also known as St. Brigid’s Day and I’m reminded of my sister, Reene, making St. Brigid’s Crosses.”
” I remembered a poem written by friend Wendy who is very much a friend of trees.”
what I think of as The Tomb Trail is now becoming a reality under a new name as they’ve changed the project name from ‘Landscapes of the Dead’ to ‘Tombs of the Isles’
“The silence/sweeps and folds/around me” Wendy Alford
“A tumult of autumn leaves
whisks about my head”
“pulling open paper wrapping/the appetising smell/smacks us in the face
The procession slips across the meadow/senses acute to birdsong,
“Beltane fires send out sparks, like shooting stars,”
“Two of us enter/on hands and knees”
” a poem by friend Wendy, written when the Chilean miners were stuck down a mine, whilst across the world, others were trying to stem a gushing oil leak.”