Cities Are Cauldrons

There was a bit in the latest Cosmos where Neil Degrasse Tyson compared our planet to a cauldron. I think of cities the same way. Some like to speak disparagingly of “city people” and our myriad faults, but I see it differently. Cities are perfectly natural expressions of humanity. They are our beehives, our anthills. … Continue reading Cities Are Cauldrons

Liberty

You can’t have that word. You don’t own this Lady. A gift, from across the sea, From an ally we should remember. A shared history. A reminder of who we are. Out of many, we are one. Drops of water make an ocean. Thorns of gorse, individually, are easily pushed aside. A bush full of … Continue reading Liberty

Centenary

I know you’re angry. So am I. How could we not be? Children ripped from their parents, Concentration camps in Texas. “I can’t breathe” “I remember their laughter” A child-man throwing ugly decrees from his high chair. But from a high shelf in Europe come watercolor images a century on. French families fleeing destruction. Children … Continue reading Centenary

Yew

  Yew. Deep peace of the Grove. Silence in the back of my head. Like the Druid’s tonsure, forbidden at Whitby. When the Wild Celtic Church was tamed, Rome had its way at last. Or did it? The Yews still stand in churchyards. Ancient, filled with silence. The deep peace of the grave is not … Continue reading Yew

Scathach’s Hall

  Only ruins stand today before our modern eyesGreen the grass within the wallNo more the music in her hallLong ago the warrior’s fallOr does our vision and our vaunted knowledge tell us lies? Where’s the warrior to be found who ran her fabled schoolOnly those with ears to hearWithin her hall the music clearHer … Continue reading Scathach’s Hall