Until the Hour
Through dim
Years of distain,
On the barren,
Moon-dark steppes, the hero’s
Blade has lain,
Half-broken,
In the shadows,
Where regiments of rattling
Drones
Skulk by,
Their bones
Whining
In the wind, the lights of their eyes
Gone,
Lugging through the mire,
Their banners grim
All hung with skulls and bells and pelts on wire,
They, the rusted kings,
Who create and re-create
Their soulless empire
Of uncounted deaths
And only lies.
Yet, all the while, the snow lily
Grew
Among the rocks
In the rain
Of silver tomorrows
Her petals, ghost-patterned
In the grace-filled land
Where all beginnings
Once arose
In the foothills of the eternal ones.
There gentle flocks
Of dragons,
Hatched of the sea,
Flew
In the pure skies
That overlie
The smoking rim
Of time, until
The hour when,
In the quiet, unremarked snows
That slip over oak and briar,
Along the high,
White-hooded hill,
Dragon dreams of standing stones
Walk abroad again
On the earth, and
The sword sings
In the ancient dawn
Of mists and myths.
***
Written around 2000.
© Copyright, Sharon St Joan.
Powerful.
Thank you so much, Cindy.
Oops.
After hearing the news of an alliance between China, Saudi Arabia, Iran and, one assumes, Russia, the possibility that Biden will OK drilling in the Willow Wilderness in Alaska is understandable, but still terribly disappointing. I hope he doesn’t end up doing it.
After hearing the news yesterday about alliances between China, Iran,
Saudi Arabia and, one would assume, Russia, the further possibility of Biden OK’ing drilling at the Willow Wilderness in Alaska doesn’t seem surprising, but is nevertheless terribly disappointing. I hope he doesn’t end up doing it.
I hope not too, Laura, it would be a horrible destruction of what should be an unspoiled wilderness.