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