Posts tagged ‘Epirus’

25/09/2013

The Shepherdess

 

Beneath a sky of stars and moths

She trails her light through olive groves.

And silences the nightingales.

The stars are stilled, the moon is dimmed.

 

Her breathing draws the warmth from earth,

Her feet float soft as owl’s wings,

She leaves no trace, she makes no mark:

This is her world, this is her night

 

She walks amongst her sleeping flock:

They twitch and flick, but barely move.

They trust her, breathe as one with her,

She guides their dreams to mountain pasts.

 

She is the shepherdess of souls,

Across the streams of Epirus.

 

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11/06/2012

On Crete He Dreamt

 

On Crete he dreamt of Epirus,

Of crossing through the stream of death,

Of drifting through the fields of hell,

Of casting off his monstrous form.

 

He dreamt one day the sword would thrust,

And free him from his prison walls,

Would let his eyeless soul see light,

Would kiss his throat and end the dark.

 

He ran his hands along the walls,

And felt the music of the stones.

The songs they sang of other worlds

Beyond this hateful measured place.

 

On Crete he dreamt of Epirus,

The mountain springs of Acheron.