Pagan Poetry – Songs of my Forebears


Image –by Shi-Nya-Nya

The Songs
Were like Dust
In my Bones
Yearning to be released

Blood stained fingertips
Becoming fingerprints
Along the edges
Of the Cave wall

I bury my heart deep
Betwixt the hedgerow
A shadow of the Land
Beneath my feet

I stomp
Out the remedy and the rhythm
To songs long forgotten
That reside
On the tip of our tongues

These songs
Were like dust
Rising again from the bones

Rising on the winds
Of memory
And were tasted
Once again.

– Joanne Morris 2017
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