The Fourth Year - 2005/6
Lest I Forget
I felt that I had lost the touch, when along came a song...
Spirits, spirits, send me a wind, For this land of ours was formed by wind, Spirits, spirits, send me a leaf, For this land of ours was formed by trees, Spirits, spirits, send me a man, For this land of ours was formed by man, Spirits, spirits, send me a hope, For this land of ours was formed with hope, By all the spirits that have been, © Angela Grant (Kestrel) 23/12/2005 |
What is Life?
Ok, so I had a bad day....
What is life? I held a bird, hawk-killed, Tonight two flies buzzed in, And when my life finds its hawk Lady of light in darkness © Angela Grant (Kestrel) 16/1/2006 |
Old Wind
Inspired by the wind over Castell Dinas Brân. A long climb, but worth it....
I met an old wind © Angela Grant (Kestrel) 27/5/2006 |
Golden Fleece
I've gained a place at Jesus College, Oxford to read for a Masters Degree in Celtic Studies. I also recently helped found a new Druid Gorsedd at the White Horse at Uffington. A friend remarked that I should be careful because she detected that there was an element of questing for status in both. This has troubled me a little...
A Golden Fleece the Argos sought I saw a shooting star last night; © Angela Grant (Kestrel) 27/8/2006 |
The White Hart and the Peacock
One of my more jaundiced views on the world inspired by some remarks from English Heritage on 'enhancing the Stonehenge experience'....
Somewhere out there I doubt it, for had it been so One can only hope that the end For mankind has outlived its usefulness © Angela Grant (Kestrel) 21/10/06 |