#poetry
Bergmal
Much has been written of the silence of stones,
their ungiving presence weighting the world
with dumbshow when blessing is most needed.
But there is one rock, when round and ripe,
whose chimes in silver, sometimes gold,
echo not in the ears but in the heart.
Bergmal
Much has been written of the silence of stones,
their ungiving presence weighting the world
with dumbshow when blessing is most needed.
But there is one rock, when round and ripe,
whose chimes in silver, sometimes gold,
echo not in the ears but in the heart.
When Diana waxes in full glory, take yourself
out into the night and stand in her embrace,
your vault of sorrows open to wisdom transcending
all that can be proved by the unforgiving sterility of science.
out into the night and stand in her embrace,
your vault of sorrows open to wisdom transcending
all that can be proved by the unforgiving sterility of science.
Look to the sky as you weep for the sound of a gentle voice
and you shall have your healing.
© 2018 RC deWinter
NB: bergmal – Icelandic – rock language – echo
Published in Other Worldly Women Press Anthology
December 2020
#Art: Yellow Moon on the Rise © 2012 RC deWinter
and you shall have your healing.
© 2018 RC deWinter
NB: bergmal – Icelandic – rock language – echo
Published in Other Worldly Women Press Anthology
December 2020
#Art: Yellow Moon on the Rise © 2012 RC deWinter
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